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ADELINE

I miss when rush hour only happens at noon.

Ever since Reid decided my bakery was his new favourite 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 Reid Harrington covered in flour. And honestly? I get it.

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