I knew what she was thinking, the nasty piece of work who pretended she owned Reading because her parents left her their stupid bakery. It was written all over her smug ass face, and made my stomach clench in anxious response. Not because I considered her more successful than I was. Petunia's was incredibly busy. Sure, I might not have had three locations thriving in other states-big whoop, who needed the work? No, it had nothing to do with the competitive itch I refused to ...