Erica's POV
We pull up to a small bakery and as soon as I try to open my door, Chris is already there opening it for me. He has a huge smile spread across his face.
Clearing my throat awkwardly, I manage to squeak out a quiet, "thank you." Chris offers me his hand as I hop down from the SUV. I expect him to let go and link arms with me like Bryce did but he doesn't. He keeps his hand tightly wrapped around my own.
The triplets stride into the bakery with me practically running at their side. My little legs can barely keep up with their pace. As soon as we enter the bakery the smell of fresh pastries fills my senses and my mouth begins to water. I have had nothing but cold leftovers for the past week.
I am so captivated by the smells and the sights of the delicious food
