DEMETRIA

The week slipped through my fingers faster than I realized. Work at the bakery kept me grounded, orders piling in as though people had conspired to distract me from the man who had been living rent-free in my head. I'm interviewing two new workers on Monday because work is booming with lots of orders.

Still, even in the middle of kneading dough or frosting cakes, Marion would find his way into my thoughts. His voice, his hands, the way he looked at me like I was already his. A few ...