ngover. Amy cleaned the kitchen, the silence amplifying Rich'
great one even, before she put her career on hold for Rich and Li
already dressed in a crisp s
ouring himself coffee
st night?" Amy asked, he
?" He took a sip of coffee. "Veronica's pie was a
"I made a pumpkin-spice laye
you know? Sometimes simple is better." He c
lingering, a stark contrast to the lingeri
the local food fair coming up. She'd been sketching ideas for a line of artisanal pastries, so
s of miniature tarts, savory biscotti, and elegant cookie
up, Amy showed
? Mommy's thinking of makin
okay. Can I have some of Veroni
further. "It's not reall
breakfast sometimes," Lily said,
ronica, beaming, stood beside a table laden with pastries. The caption read: "So excited to be co-chairing the Children's Hospita
ketches. The swirl on the mini cheesecakes, the piped edging on the fruit
n counter for days. Rich must have
ong time, began to smolder. He hadn't just dis