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purse. After a quick brushing, she gathered her hair up in one hand and surveyed her reflection. She sucked in her cheeks and made a silly fish face, then let her hair go and brushed it out again. That was better.
    She huffed and rolled her eyes. Why was she so concerned about how she looked? She was simply going to deliver the cinnamon rolls and try to bridge the gap between her and Cam before it grew any wider.
    Right. Who was she trying to fool? Cam was an attractive man, in a mysterious, moody kind of way. She smiled, remembering how he looked hefting the heavy desk out of the truck. He was obviously strong and fit, and he’d come running when she needed help today.
    But she was definitely not going to let herself get carried away with any romantic daydreams about him. She had no idea where he stood spiritually. And that was much more important to her than outward appearance or superficial kindness. Investing in a relationship that was destined to go nowhere was a bad idea. She’d made that mistake before, and suffered for it.
    She tossed the hairbrush back in her purse. This whole line of thinking was silly. Even if Cam turned out to be a spiritual giant, he obviously didn’t like her or the idea of having her kids in the building. As far as she could tell, they had nothing in common. And with his tight-lipped attitude, getting to know him any better seemed like a remote possibility.
    Even a pan of homemade cinnamon rolls wasn’t going to change that.

Chapter Five
    “W hat do you think of this one?” Ross held up a 16 by 20 black-and-white photo of an old man and his bulldog watching an Alaska-bound ferry depart from the dock.
    “I like it.” Cam settled on the tall stool behind his workbench. “Looks like he wishes he was leaving on that ferry instead of being left behind.”
    Ross nodded. “I was thinking of a pearl-gray mat, about three inches, with a simple black frame.”
    “Sounds good.” Cam pulled three corner-shaped frame samples from the wall behind him. Footsteps approached, and he glanced toward the door.
    Rachel stepped into view carrying a foil-covered pan. She’d taken down her ponytail, and her dark hair brushed her shoulders. Her brown eyes glowed as she sent him a hesitant smile.
    Cam swallowed and shifted his gaze away.
    “Hi. I thought you guys might like a snack.”
    “Sure.” Ross motioned her into the shop. “What’ve you got there?”
    “Cinnamon rolls.” She crossed the room and set the pan on the workbench.
    Cam frowned. Sticky icing was the last thing he wanted in his workspace.
    “Sounds great.” Ross hovered nearby as she pulled off the foil. “Wow, are those homemade?”
    She nodded, a slight blush filling her cheeks. “Well, sort of. I made the dough in a bread machine.”
    Ross rubbed his hands together. “Hey, that’s homemade in my book.”
    Cam leaned forward slightly and pulled in a deep breath. They smelled great and looked even better.
    “I thought we might need these.” Rachel pulled a wad of white paper napkins from her jeans pocket and laid them on the workbench. “You want to try one?”
    Cam’s empty stomach gurgled. “Sure. Thanks.”
    Gooey icing dripped down the side as she passed him a large fluffy roll. He took a bite, and cinnamon sweetness burst on his tongue. Closing his eyes, he let the buttery roll melt in his mouth. Man, oh man, this was amazing.
    Ross bit into his roll and moaned. “Oh. My. Goodness! You should go into business. No, wait. Don’t let anyone taste these. Save them all for me.”
    She laughed. “So you like them?”
    Ross grinned and nodded.
    “Mmm-hmm,” Cam mumbled, his neck warming as he took another bite.
    A slow smile tucked in the corners of her mouth. She cut a roll in half and joined them. Ross asked her when the drama classes would start. She gave him the rundown, while Cam licked his fingers and took the second half of her cinnamon roll from the pan.
    “Once summer classes and rehearsals begin it would save