Epilogue

Megan couldn’t help but smile when she heard the booted footsteps behind her. Continuing to knead her dough, she acted nonchalant when solid arms wrapped around her waist.

“Whatcha making?” Caleb asked. “Cinnamon rolls?”

“Bingo.” When he kissed her neck, she giggled. “I can’t work when you do that!”

“Then stop working and help me out.”

“What’s your problem now?”

He pressed his burgeoning erection against her ass, and in revenge, she wiggled. He groaned.

“You aren’t making my problem any better, you know.”

She laughed. Turning in his arms, she reached to cup his face, but then she saw the flour on her hands. She narrowed her eyes, and when he figured out her intention, he ducked from her embrace.

“Don’t you dare—!” He pivoted, but he wasn’t fast enough.

With a laugh, she planted her floured hands on his freshly washed uniform, leaving bright white handprints right over his pectorals.

He growled like a baited bear. “You’ll pay for that.”

“Oh, no, how awful. What’re you gonna d