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I raised my eyebrow in disgust.

Oh honey, you are barking up the wrong tree, clearly.

“Thanks,” he said sheepishly.

“I hate to interrupt this little High School Reunion, but we are kind of in the middle of a meeting,Amy,” I said.

The tone of command and possession in my voice was not missed, even to me.

Penn eased in his seat as Amy focused on me instead.

“Oh, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to be rude, I just wanted to sayhey!” she said, waving. “I’ll leave you two to talk business, but Penn...” She sighed, chewing her lip.

“Hmmm?” he asked, looking up, his expression pained.

“We should hang out sometime.”

Yeah, I bet her idea of hanging out is Netflix and Chill. Sans the Netflix.

Penn nodded. “Mhmm. Totally,” he said hurriedly.

I watched as she teetered off out the door, turning my attention back to Penn.

“She’s... cute,” I said, deadpan.

Penn slid down in his chair, running his hand through his golden locks.

“I mean, I guess,” he said softly.

“Seems like a nice girl.”

Penn sighed, his voice full of disappointment. “She is.”

“But?” I asked calmly.

“I mean, you know how it is... I just didn’t see us going anywhere,” he murmured.

I bet you didn’t, Cream Puff.

I popped another cream puff into my mouth.

“And where is ityouwant to go, Penn?” I asked.

I was only busting his balls, to try and lighten the mood, but a part of me wanted to know the answer.

WhatdidPenn Baker want, really?

Penn sighed, sitting up straighter.

“It doesn’t matter. You’re a busy guy,and so am I, so I won’t take up too much more of your time with my personal drama,” he said, his shoulders falling as he pursed his lips.

“Ah, yes... this is the part where you sell your soul to me,” I said, flashing him with a smirk.

I watched as the corner of Penn’s mouth started to rise, the hint of a smile fighting its way out from the frown on his adorable, sweet face.

“One week in general should be sufficient, I think. You can come to the bakery, see how we operate, take some candids as well as still life shots.”

I raised my brow. “Still life, huh? You minor in artup north?” I asked.

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