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gave herself. One chance to cut loose and unleash the bad girl deep inside before she bottled it all up and went back to pretending.
    But this was different.
    This wasn’t six months. Or eight. Or maybe even a year since she’d last cut loose. This was two years. Long enough to have earned herself a second encounter. Maybe even three.
    Provided she had the time what with everything going on at the bakery.
    Her body ached at the thought and she stiffened. Time and place, she reminded herself, and today was neither. It was Saturday. Her busiest day of the week. Add the fact that she still needed to get in touch with Kenny Roy, and she was all but swamped. Too much so to even contemplate cutting out early and paying another visit to Tyler McCall.
    Even if she had desperately missed the purposeful glide of his hand down her back these last two years and the press of his fingertips on the underside of her breast and the feel of his lips at the hollow of her throat—
    â€œLooks like somebody was busy last night.” Ellie’s voice pushed past the images rolling through Brandy’s brain and yanked her back to reality and the fact that she was no longer alone in the bakery.
    Ellie sat her purse on a nearby shelf and reached for an apron, a gleam in her eyes.
    â€œWhat’s that supposed to mean?” The words were out before Brandy could stop them.
    â€œThat somebody was busy.”
    As in getting busy, Brandy’s conscience chided.
    â€œYou made all this bread,” Ellie went on, glancing at the tray of fresh-baked loaves. “You must have spent half the night here after we got back from Kenny Roy’s.”
    â€œI, um, wanted to be prepared.” She reached for a tin of cupcakes she’d just scooped and slid them into the oven before setting the timer and turning back to move the bread to the cooling racks. “It’s Saturday. Busiest day of the week.”
    Which meant she would have zero time to think about Tyler or the fact that one night hadn’t been nearly enough. She wanted him again. And again.
    Not him, mind you. It.
    She liked sex. She missed it.
    Because she was every bit the bad girl that everyone thought .
    She forced the thought aside. So she liked sex? Contrary to popular opinion, she wasn’t ruled by it.
    Not now. Not ever.
    â€œAre you okay?” Ellie’s voice drew her attention and she glanced up to find the woman eyeing her. “You look a little flushed. You’re not coming down with something, are you?”
    â€œOf course not. I’m fine. It’s just a little hot in here.” She busied herself pulling down the nearby thermostat. “There. That’s better.”
    â€œBecause if you’re not feeling well, I can handle things here.”
    Brandy gave her a pointed stare. “It’s Saturday. That means the Senior Ladies Auxiliary will be stopping by to pick up desserts for their weekly book club and the chamber of commerce will want enough apple turnovers to hand out at the local farmers market, not to mention we’ve got to furnish the desserts for the PTA luncheon and finish the Wilsons’ fiftieth-anniversary cake.”
    One cake, she reminded herself. As opposed to the two or three or four special-order cakes she needed in order to secure a spot with Hill Country Happily Ever Afters. A dream that would never happen if she didn’t get another moonshine sample in time for her meeting with Foggy Bottom Distillers.
    â€œI know we’re busy today, but I can still cover if you need to take a break.”
    â€œI don’t need a break. All I need is more days like today.”
    Busy. Chaotic. Consuming. Enough so that she managed to push Tyler’s image to the back burner and focus on work for the rest of the day.
    â€œSo I was thinking,” Ellie said later that afternoon, “that maybe I could get off an hour early tonight. If it’s okay.”
    Brandy arched an eyebrow. “Hot