The Strawberry Patch Pancake House (Dream Harbor, #4)

by Laurie Gilmore

Olive hugged her stuffed wombat and grabbed the remote, flipping on her favorite thing to watch, baking competitions. A small flicker of something lit in Archer’s chest. Maybe she was his after all.

Was this a pepper-spray situation? Was it a pepper-spray situation if she liked that her new boss was staring at her legs? Maybe she should pepper spray herself.

God, she was totally right. Children were scary. Just when she thought she had this one figured out, she’d got possessed by the devil. Or something like that.

Paint me a picture, chef.