The phone rings.
"Don't answer it," Bennett hollers from the kitchen.
I shake my head and pass over Pearl's chocolate blueberry muffin. I couldn't sleep last night so I came down and played for a few hours. Some people stress eat. I stress bake. And after 2 a.m. there's no telling what will come out of my oven. There are perks and problems to living above a bakery.
"Don't shake your head like you don't enjoy having a handsome guy like Bennett in the back of your kitchen," Pearl clucks at me a few times while she takes her seat, balancing the muffin on a dainty plate.
Bennett bumps me on his way through the metal doors in an effort to get the phone before it quits ringing. "The Bakery."
Pearl has a point. Bennett's answered my phone for the past two days even though I haven't had any n
