Becca’s Battle Plan By morning the next day, Becca was wrist-deep in fondant when Marlon slid into the bakery’s kitchen, looking like a man on a mission. She didn’t even glance up. “You’re wearing cologne. And you ironed your shirt. Who are you?” Marlon groaned, “Shut up. I need your help.” She finally looked at…...
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