“Are you hungry?” The look in Sadie’s eyes practically radiated hope. “I made cupcakes to thank you for all your help. You know, with Bear and everything.” I paused, sure I’d misheard her. … She’d baked for me? That damn warmth flared up in my chest again—foreign and wholly unwelcome—and I made a mental note to call my doctor. It must be a bad case of heartburn. The crazier part was it didn’t even cross my mind to say no. I wasn’t a fan of baked goods, but she’d clearly worked hard on these. It wouldn’t kill me to eat one.
