*** Evie's POV ***

Slamming the dough on the counter, I kneaded the bread and slammed it down again. After the third time, I cut pieces and started to shape them into their final loaves. Reaching for a baking sheet, I started to line up the loaves and place them back on the rack. It would be another half hour of rising before going into the oven.

“Hey, Ev! Do you think you can get your head out of the oven for a second?” Mike called back from the front, and I patted my apron.

Walking out ...