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When she finished putting the ganache on the rolls, she popped one onto a plate and handed it to Donovan. “Try this.”

He took an experimental bite, chewed thoroughly and looked up at her. “Heavenly. You put apples in the rolls. What’s in the ganache? It tastes different.”

“Unsweetened apple cider,” she answered promptly. “Just a little to get the right taste.” She slid a roll onto a plate for herself and then took a bite. “It’s almost there. Maybe some candied walnut. Or...crystalized dates.”

He nodded as he took another bite. “The adventurous eater would try the ones with dates, but the average eater isn’t going to want dates on their cinnamon rolls, they’ll just want butter.”

“I agree butter is great, but people use too much of it, and it clouds the taste of their foods.”

“That’s how people are.”

She didn’t respond as she finished her roll. She licked the fork and found Donovan watching her.

“I like to eat,” she said, “and I’m not going to apologize for it.”

“I like women who eat.”

“In your business, you should.” She took his plate and put it in the sink, then opened the refrigerator to remove her bowl of chilled dough already formed into individual balls to start the crusts for her pies.

He reached over to touch her face. She remained still as he gently wiped a bit of ganache from the corner of her lip. Then he licked his finger. He smiled at her, and she tilted her head, walked closer to him and kissed him.