Page 14 of Win a Date with a Baker
Her movements aren’t rushed. They’re practiced.
When she finishes, she brushes the loaf with egg wash before I even ask.
I stare. “Huh.”
“What?”
“Nothing.”
She raises an eyebrow. “That didn’t sound like nothing.”
“It wasn’t.”
She rests both palms on the table. “So?”
I walk around the loaf. Inspect the braid. Even tension. Smooth seams. No tearing.
I sigh dramatically.
“I was really hoping you’d fail one.”
She beams. “I’m sorry to disappoint.”
“No, you’re not.” That’s the problem. I rub my jaw. “Okay, what aren’t you telling me?”
“What do you mean?” she bats her eyes innocently, which only piques my suspicion more.
“I mean you just...” I gesture toward the cooling racks. “...handled everything like a pro. And you knew exactly what I meant when I asked you to braid the dough.”
“And?”
I fold my arms across my chest and tilt my chin down to narrow my eyes at her.
“Clearly, this isn’t your first rodeo.”
“Funny. I thought we were in a bakery. Not on a ranch.”
“You know what I mean.”
I nod.
“I can stand here all day. You might as well tell me.”
I point toward the workbench.
“Where did you learn all of this?”
“Would you believe me if I said your videos?”
“Not even a little.”
My eye twitches.
“There’s nothing informational about anything my sister posts.”
“You don’t think a thirst trap can be informational?”
She slowly lets her gaze travel up my body.
