Chapter 24: Mr. Pavlov
Hayden wasn’t even working at the bakery for a month when the man of his dreams walked through Cupcakes’ front door. Of course he didn’t know the gentleman’s name, but he would soon find out. The older man was in his late forties, Hayden guessed around forty-nine, and stood at six-two. He was lanky with some gray scruff on his cheeks and chin. He sort of looked a little like Abraham Lincoln, but with more s*x appeal added to his face. The man’s nose was crooked, long, and looked very much like a European’s. He wore charcoal-colored slacks, a white long-sleeved shirt, and a narrow tie. His belt buckle was a simple, silver square. There wasn’t anything at all plain about the man in Hayden’s opinion as he impolitely licked his lips and continued to gawk at the stranger
