4
Ava
The door chime rings and I send a small prayer up that it was Dane leaving.
I glimpse out the cut-out into the storefront and catch him and Toby crossing the street.
“What’s going on with you two?” Cat asks, popping up in front of me and blocking my line of vision.
“Nothing.” I circle back around to hide in the kitchen.
I asked for Cat’s help because come on, she’s like sugar on a stick. Sweet and sophisticated, she could talk anyone into buying my goodies. Baked goods, get your mind out of the gutter.
The door between the kitchen and the storefront swings open and Cat pushes through to join me. “I think you’re lying. You’re always so angry around him. Why?” She saddles up on a stool in front of the frosting station.
“He’s a condescending asshole who always gets what he wants
