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Kenzie stared at me for a moment longer. She turned on her heel, ponytail bouncing, and started toward the door. One hand on the bar, she turned and pointed at me again. “Everything you love, Bradley!”

She opened the door and left, letting it shut behind her.

I took a deep breath and turned.

God, everyone I worked with was staring at me.

Benny smirked. He crossed his arms over his chest. “Really? You and muffin girl?”

“Her name is Lora, asshole.” I stomped forward. Logan still held the bag from Bakeology, the top folded down.

I snatched it out of his hand.

“Hey!” He held his hands up, shocked.

“Shut it.” I shook my head, opening the bag.

There was nothing inside but crumbs.

Chapter Sixteen

Lora

The shop wasn’t usually this crazy, even on a Saturday, but we were packed. Every time we sent a customer on their way, it felt like two more would show up. And there was a guy in the back of the line who looked familiar, but I couldn’t get a good enough look to place him. Our part-timer, Addison, was busting ass to keep up with orders and make coffee, but we were starting to run low on muffins and cupcakes.

Where the hell was Kenzie?

The door opened again and I groaned internally, but heard a familiar voice calling over the crowd. “Excuse me! Trying to get back to the counter, sorry!”

Thank God.

Kenzie came around the counter and put her apron back on. “Sorry,” she said to me, smiling apologetically.

“No worries, but it got crazy as soon as you left.”

She shook her head and immediately leapt into action, bagging up orders and helping Addison make and hand out lattes. I finally turned to get a batch of muffins out of the baking tray, putting them in the case. With all of us working, the line started to move faster.

Normally, this would be a good thing.

But today, it gave me a chance to see the familiar guy.

Chris.

Oh, no. What the fuck was he doing here?

My pulse immediately started to race. I turned away and grabbed a bowl full of half-stirred batter, but my palms were sweaty. It was hard to keep a good grip on the spoon.

It had to be the texts. I’d sent him stupid drunk texts, and now he was here to talk about them.

And I wanted nothing to do with him.

This was bad.

“Kenzie?”

My voice must have sounded weird, because her head snapped up immediately. She looked at me, then came to my side. “What’s up? You okay? Don’t get sick on us now, Lora.”

“No, I—I’m not sick, but…” I swallowed. My throat felt tight. “Chris is in the back of the line.”

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