It was a slow and quiet Saturday afternoon at Sabrina's bakeshop. She was alone because her assistant had called in sick. She was browsing through her recipe book when it suddenly drizzled outside. She stood up and made herself a cup of hot chocolate. Her back was on the door when the bells sounded, indicating a customer had come in.
She turned around to greet whoever it was that came in but froze. A slightly wet Brace Donovan stood at the doorway, and she forgot to breathe for a minute there. He looked handsomely disheveled and charismatic. Sabrina was mesmerized when Brace shook his head and let some droplets fly.
Then someone came in, also a bit wet from the pouring rain. Sabrina remembered this one, and he was here with Brace and his mother when they were tasting the wedding cakes. I
