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Awkward?”
    “No.”
    Axel rubbed his chin. “She said she couldn’t care less about you. I guess she meant it.”
    Fuck, that hurt .
    “Marie and I were worried about it, but I guess she was right. It was two years ago and both of you are over it.”
    “Yeah…” I took a drink of my iced tea.
    “Frankie did a good job. When it comes to parties, she’s a pro.”
    “Yeah. She always does the best when it comes to people she cares about.” I remembered the way she slammed the door in my face. She couldn’t get away from me fast enough. “That Matt guy is her boyfriend?” He was eye-fucking the shit out of her. And what was worse, he stared at her like he was in love with her. He hung on to every word she said and flirted like he was willing to do anything to get her.
    It pissed me off.
    “Matt?” Axel asked. “Who’s that?”
    “Some guy who let her use the rooftop.”
    Axel shook his head. “She doesn’t have a boyfriend. That must be some guy she knows.”
    That made me feel better even though it shouldn’t. What she did in her personal life was none of my business. I had no right to care or even ask questions about it. I left her, so I forfeited that right.
    “Marie has some cute bridesmaids, huh?”
    I didn’t get a look at them. All I noticed was Francesca. She wore a champagne pink dress with matching shoes. Her bright green eyes constantly sparkled because of the overhead lights. Her long hair was done in big curls that reached down her chest. “Sure.”
    “But they are hideous compared to Marie. I got the good one.”
    I smiled for the first time. “Yeah, you did.”
    ***
    Two weeks had come and gone, and Francesca was the only thing on my mind. Over the past two years, I thought about her often. I always wondered what she was doing or if she was thinking about me. But now that I saw her, smelled her, I couldn’t get her out of my head.
    Every night I’d spent without her had been lonely. Girls came and went, their names never remembered. I went from several one-night stands to threesomes and foursomes. Nothing could satisfy what I’d lost.
    I was unproductive at work because she was all I could think about. I browsed through spreadsheets but then recalled a memory of us together. I remembered the way she would lay on my chest while we slept together. I remembered how she would kiss me when we made love. I remembered the connection we felt, constantly binding us together.
    I threw it all away.
    Axel texted me around lunchtime. Chinese again?
    I wasn’t hungry. I hadn’t been hungry in weeks. I already have plans.
    Lame.
    I didn’t have any plans—until now.
    ***
    I knew exactly where her bakery was. I’d walked past it countless times. Sometimes I walked by on purpose just to get a glimpse of her, but there were so many people in the shop that I couldn’t see anything.
    I was there the day The Muffin Girl opened, but Francesca didn’t know I was there. I was in the building across the street, staying in a hotel room on the second floor. I watched through the window as she cut the ribbon. Axel and Yaya were there.
    And I kept my distance.
    When I arrived, I looked through the windows and saw an endless line of people. No matter what time of day I walked by, it was packed. They were either in love with Francesca or her baking.
    Probably both.
    Now that I was there, I didn’t know what to do. Do I just stand there? Do I walk inside? Should I order something? Even if I did order something, I doubted Francesca would be at the register. She probably did all the bookkeeping or stayed in the kitchen making her creations.
    I hadn’t thought this through.
    I walked inside and joined the crowd of people. The counters were lined with glass, and the baked goods were on display. There were pies, cookies, and muffins. Any time I looked at a muffin, all I could think about was her. I stood in line and scanned the place as I looked for that brown hair and those pretty green eyes. My gaze stopped