“Bread pans,” I said, unthinking. “You’re smiling about bread pans?” I blinked. When I glanced up at him I saw that he was chewing on his own smile. He looked…handsome like that. Softer. Like his ice was melting just a little every day. A glacier that warmed beneath the beams of summer sunlight. I grinned at him, wide and bright, and for the first time in a long time my smile felt real.
