F R E Y A
We ordered our food and a bottle of wine. The conversation flowed easily between us, just like it did in my bakery. He told me about his businesses, and I told him about my dream of opening a chain of bakeries. I also told him about Faith. And to my surprise, he actually listened.
He asked me questions about her, about her personality. He didn't just pretend to be interested. He was genuinely curious.
It was… refreshing.
"So, you're a single mom, a business owner, and a baker," He said, swirling the wine in his glass. "You're a busy woman."
"I am," I said. "But I love my life. I wouldn't change it for anything."
"What about her father?" He asked, his tone casual. "Is he in the picture?"
My smile faltered.
"Uh, no," I said, shaking my head. "He… he left when I told him I w
