Natalie
“Brandt, can you help me roll this dough?" I sigh, trying to get it out of the heavy-duty mixer we have. Some days it's not hard, other days it feels as if I'm lifting a ten ton block of cement.
“Yeah, step back and let the man do the work." He flexes his arms.
“Whatever, that one just seems heavier than normal."
He chuckles. “It's probably because you've already been here for four hours."
He's not wrong about what he's saying. Mia had an early morning appointment and we've been tasked with opening the store. This is the first time I've had to do it in a while and I can't seem to get myself moving.
“More than likely. I only got a few hours sleep. Mia didn't text me until after ten."
“And were you up reading your sexy books?" He jokes, making fun of the fact I read romance
