♡ Megan ♡
The oven’s timer dinged, which pulled me from the haze I had been in all morning. The bakery smelled rich of cinnamon and brown sugar, and the comforting scent wrapped around me like a blanket. I had once again thrown myself into work since the weekend. All I could do was hope the constant demands of the bakery would distract me from the uncomfortable weight I had been carrying. But no matter how many pastries I made or how many cakes I frosted, I couldn’t shake the memory of Shane’s friends and their cruel words. The truth was, I was hurt. More than I cared to admit.
“Need me to get that?” Josh’s voice cut through the silence as he poked his head into the kitchen. He was already dressed in his usual vibrant attire – a neon pink apron over a graphic tee that read, ‘Bake it till
