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Kai snorted. “An experience in heartburn, maybe.”

I ignored him, keeping my focus on Sadie. “It’s a messy job. Requires a certain level of… passion.”

Her brow lifted. “Passion?”

I grinned. “Messy hands. Big bites. Maybe a little sauce on the corner of your mouth that someone would have to?—”

“Christ, Adam,” Samuel cut in, rubbing a hand over his face while Kai just shook his head.

But Sadie didn’t look away. That teasing gleam in her eyes damn near wrecked me.

She tilted her head, pretending to consider. “Tempting. But I think I’ll go with Kai.”

Kai blinked, clearly surprised. “Yeah?”

Sadie nodded. “I think the town deserves the chance to experience my superior decorating skills. I’ve improved a lot since our Sunday afternoon baking sessions. I’d like you to see that.”

I let out a dramatic sigh, shaking my head. “A tragedy. A loss for the sandwich lovers of Medford.”

Her smirk deepened. “I’ll still eat one.”

That got my attention. I sat up a little straighter. “Now that’s what I like to hear.”

Samuel rolled his shoulders, clearly done with the conversation. “Alright, now that that’s settled, we actually have to get some work done.”

Sadie stretched her arms over her head, her shirt lifting just enough to give me a glimpse of soft skin.

I dragged my eyes away before I got caught staring.

“Fine, fine,” she said, hopping off the stool. “I’ll let you all get back to your kneading, grilling, and sandwich… passion.”

I chuckled, watching her walk away, my stomach doing that stupid thing it had been doing lately whenever she was around.

Yeah. I was in trouble.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Sadie

I woke up feeling…off.

Not sick, exactly. Just wrong.

My body felt heavy, like I’d run a marathon in my sleep, and my stomach twisted in a way that wasn’t quite nausea but wasn’t normal either.

I rolled onto my side, staring at the ceiling, willing the feeling to pass.

It didn’t.

The warm scent of coffee drifted in from the kitchen, a usual comfort, but instead of making my mouth water, it turned my stomach.

Ugh. That wasn’t a good sign.

A light knock sounded at my bedroom door before Hayley peeked in. “You alive in there?”

I groaned in response, throwing an arm over my eyes. Hayley took that as permission to barge in.

“You never sleep in this late.” Her voice softened as she sat on the edge of the bed. “What’s up?”

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