Chapter 25

EMILIA

I miss when rush hour only happens at noon.

Ever since Liam decided my bakery was his new favorite playground, business has been nonstop. He waltzed in one day, threw on an apron, and announced he was going to learn how to bake. And just like that, rush hour became every hour.

Apparently, no one on earth can resist the sight of Liam Calloway covered in flour. And honestly? I get it.

I won’t lie—the extra attention has been great for business. I’ve made more money in the past few weeks than I have in my entire life and I’m not even exaggerating. But it also means I’m constantly on my feet, barely catching a break.

And Liam? He’s loving every second of it.

Especially since it also means I barely have a second to breathe. I’ve come to realize Liam relishes in my suffering.

Right now, the line stretches out the door, and I’m pretty sure half these people don’t even care about the pastries. They just want to snap a picture of Liam rolling