“Uh-huh.” He unspools the scarf from around my neck. “Unless the
new recipe bakes through the ten inches of snow we’re getting tonight,
he still shouldn’t have sent you here.”
“Honestly, ten inches is not that much.”
A dark eyebrow lifts.
I realize why after a beat and instantly turn scarlet. “Oh my God.”
“Harsh, Jamie.”
“That’s not what I meant!”
— Dec 19, 2025 09:19AM
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