Mackenzie’s POV
‘Maybe you should open tomorrow instead’ Callan mutters as he follows me around my shop the following Monday. It took me all weekend to convince the soldier that I needed to return to work, him trying to talk me out of it even whilst I was elbow deep in cookie dough, cutting out shapes ready for baking this morning. Even as I bustle around my kitchen, sliding tray after tray of goodies in and out of my industrial oven, he is still wavering about his agreement to my plan.
‘Cal, I’ll be fine’ I tell him for the hundredth time, sliding some cooled cookies onto a tray and grabbing a piping back to start decorating as Maxton sits in his highchair at the end of the table chewing on a piece of shortbread.
‘I don’t like this’ the soldier mutters again for they millionth time, s……
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