Chapter Fifty Seven
The following Monday morning, my new life at the bakery officially began. The sun was barely up over the horizon, casting a soft pink and orange glow across the gravel yard of the compound when I quietly slipped out of our bed. Stone was still fast asleep, his giant body sprawled across the mattress, his face looking peaceful and young in the dim morning light. I smiled down at him, leaning over to press a very soft kiss to his warm cheek before I got dressed. I pulled on a pair of comfortable leggings, a plain gray t-shirt, and tied my hair back into a neat, high bun. I didn't want any stray hairs falling into the sweet dough.
When I arrived at Johnson’s Oven, the air inside the shop was already warm and thick with the heavy scent of yeast and sweet vanilla. Mrs. Joh
