“And you must be Miss Luca. I understand you are a big fan of our cannoli.” “Like you wouldn’t believe,” she said, pushing back the familiar angry embarrassment of someone’s first reaction to seeing her because she refused to let that ruin whatever Ford had planned. “Good,” the man said. “I’d hate to share the recipe with someone who didn’t love them.” Recipe? Share? The only message her brain sent back was that the man’s words did not compute. “What?” The man laughed, and a real warmth filled his gaze as he looked at her. “Yes, you’re here for a very special couple’s baking lesson. Didn’t the
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