I want a queen who knows how to flip a table.”
Six months later, the Southside Sweetery was transformed.
The crumbling brick facade restored to perfection.
New state-of-the-art ovens gleamed.
Old crippling loans?
Paid off.
Emma stood behind the counter in a flour-dusted apron, cheeks flushed, laughing as she handed a customer a box of fresh cannoli.
She hadn’t lost a pound — and she hadn’t lost one ounce of her fierce, unapologetic spirit.
The bell jingled.
Niko walked in wearing dark jeans and a cashmere sweater, looking relaxed and happy for the first time in years.
Behind him, Arthur carried a giggling Noah on his shoulders, the boy proudly wearing a junior baker’s hat.
Niko leaned over the pastry case, eyes locked only on the beautiful, heavy-set woman who had saved his life.
“Table for three?”
He asked, playful glint in his dark eyes.
Emma wiped her hands on her apron, leaned over the counter, and pulled him in for a deep, flour-dusted kiss that made customers cheer.
“Only if you have a reservation, Mr. Rosetti.”
“For the rest of my life, Emma,” he whispered against her lips.
“For the rest of my life.”
Did Niko and Emma’s journey from a rainy night shootout to this beautiful, unconventional love story leave you believing in fate?
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