Chapter 107

EMILIA

The best part about owning a bakery? I get to decide when we open. And today, I’ve decided that “later” is the perfect time—because my boyfriend, who should be getting ready for a team meeting in less than an hour, has hijacked my morning with a video call and zero shame.

He’s propped against a pillow, bare-chested, sleep-creased, with morning light pooling over his shoulder like it’s just as obsessed with him as I am. His hair is a wet mess. His smile is lazy. I want to kiss him through the screen.

“You should just ask her what the problem is,” Liam says, resting his cheek in his hand, watching me like I’m a sunrise. “Better than worrying your pretty little head over it.”

I roll my eyes—mostly to stop myself from melting. “I do ask her. She just never answers directly.”

He hums as I dip a strawberry into melted chocolate. “You know, this whole domestic goddess thing you’ve got going on right now is extremely hot.”

“Please. You’ve seen me n