Naked Truths.

“So, what inspired you to open and run your own bakery, spitfire?” Tobias breaks the awkward silence between us as we eat dinner.

After Kip had left, I quickly gathered my things and stormed out of the house with Tobias hot on my heels.

He didn't say anything, he simply picked up his pace and opened the back passenger door of the SUV.

He waited till I got inside, sliding in after me, and then he told the driver to fetch my belongings and to be sure to lock the house up behind him.

Fast forward two hours later and we are sitting down, eating dinner together.

I pause with my fork full of pasta touching my bottom lip, and I look up, meeting Tobias’s curious gaze.

Clearing my throat, I place my fork back down on my plate and wrap my fingers around the delicate stem of my wine glass, twirling it around in circles.

“Well, if you can remember when you used to come and stay with us, I loved to bake and pour my emotions into whatever it was that I was making,” I reply nonchalantly.

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