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Having a baby in a bakery gives new meaning to taking the bun out of the oven.
I'd been in Curmudgeon Bakery for one of those lemon baby-Bundt cakes I'd been craving since I found out I was pregnant.
The draw had nothing to do with the baker himself. Tall, tatted, and edgy, looking more like a biker than a man who makes baked goods. I hardly knew him other than taking a tumble in a rainstorm in front of his shop . . . and then tossing myself at him after he rescued me.
We shared a moment but it's not what you'd think.
Months later, he delivered my baby among his cookies and cakes. Talk about a second chance encounter.
Then he whips up a plan to pretend to be my baby's father, and everything heats up from there.
My body.
My heart.
My willingness to accept a perfect stranger's kindness despite him telling me over and over he isn't who I think he is.
I beg to differ.
He's that sugary drizzle on a citrus-flavored, guilty pleasure that's bad for the hips, but together-him, and me, and baby-we're the perfect blend of ingredients that might do all our hearts some good.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Having a baby in a bakery gives new meaning to taking the bun out of the oven.
I'd been in Curmudgeon Bakery for one of those lemon baby-Bundt cakes I'd been craving since I found out I was pregnant.
The draw had nothing to do with the baker himself. Tall, tatted, and edgy, looking more like a biker than a man who makes baked goods. I hardly knew him other than taking a tumble in a rainstorm in front of his shop . . . and then tossing myself at him after he rescued me.
We shared a moment but it's not what you'd think.
Months later, he delivered my baby among his cookies and cakes. Talk about a second chance encounter.
Then he whips up a plan to pretend to be my baby's father, and everything heats up from there.
My body.
My heart.
My willingness to accept a perfect stranger's kindness despite him telling me over and over he isn't who I think he is.
I beg to differ.
He's that sugary drizzle on a citrus-flavored, guilty pleasure that's bad for the hips, but together-him, and me, and baby-we're the perfect blend of ingredients that might do all our hearts some good.