Cody’s grin turned smug. “That’s because you don’t count, my friend. Hell, this place wouldn’t even exist if it weren’t for me. Who was it that Dakota continually baked for when she was a little girl, testing her recipes out on? Who encouraged her to step out and take the chance and make it happen when she got older? Who tells her every damned day she’s the best baker who ever lived?” I bit down on my lip. Ryder, Cody. It had always been Ryder. Because Cody might have always supported me, but it was Ryder who’d given me the courage to chase my dreams.
