Page 29 of Dad Bod Dreams

No. It’s not. I’d have to agree, but I’m also sure thatwhateverthis man cooks, it will be delicious. Heaven on a plate.

I tell him that, and the flush that crawls up his neck—it’s the best thing I’ve ever seen. I could clap my hands and laugh right now. I could paint another mural. I could go sky-diving and leap out of a plane.

Instead, I excuse myself and wheel the breakfast cart back out of the kitchen. My head is spinning, and my heart slams beneath my dress. My cheeks are stiff, and when I touch them, I realize it’s because I’m smiling so wide.

Did that really happen? I peer around, then pinch my forearm.

Ow.

Yeah, it happened. Chef Ballard talked to me. He knows my name.

…Wow.

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