TEDDY
I’ve been spending every free second I can with Caramel.
And yeah—the club’s noticed.
It’s a thing now. As soon as I wrap up paperwork early or push through meetings faster than usual, the smirks start—low chuckles, muttered comments, not even hidden anymore.
“Bakery closes soon, Teddy.” Timber tossed out, a smirk hidden behind his beer bottle.
“Better not keep your girl waiting.” Gunner chimed in as well.
I flip them off, tell them to get back to work, but they’re not wrong.
Not even a little.
I’m pushing harder. Burning through responsibilities, stacking things ahead of schedule, making sure I leave as soon as possible—because when she’s done for the day, I’m there.
Every time, I’m there by my bike, focused on that bakery door like it’s all that matters.
And when she step
