There’s no stopping my laugh, though. It tears free and fills the bakery, loud and strong. It’s the first time I’ve laughed like this in months. The realization of that is a sucker punch to the gut. My laugh slowly trickles off. Bryce halts her croissant tapping and instead places her hand over mine, squeezing. “No. Wherever your head went just now, the answer is no.” “A cheating man is not worth that frown. No man is, cheating or not,” Poppy adds.
