The Layers Of Love

The Layers Of Love

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At Honeywell Bakes, the ovens are hot, the love triangle is hotter-and someone's been messing with the recipes. Lianna just wanted a fresh start at the town's coziest bakery, but between a flirty coworker, a charming customer, and a sabotaged tart, she's about to discover that falling in love is messier than flour on a Monday morning. With secrets rising, vlogs going viral, and a mysterious ex-employee stirring the batter, Lianna must uncover the truth before her heart-and the bakery-completely crumbles.

Chapter 1 Strangers and sprinkles

Lianna had just finished decorating her forty-eighth strawberry swirl cupcake when the man in the expensive coat walked in-not to order, but to inspect.

She knew it the moment she saw him.

He wasn't here for the lemon tarts or the cream puffs. His eyes didn't light up at the scent of freshly baked cinnamon rolls curling through the air, and he certainly didn't belong to the soft crowd of regulars who melted into the cozy pastel warmth of Honey

Well Bakes, the city's most beloved bakery. No, he was too stiff, too sharp. Like he had walked straight out of a business meeting and into her frosting-covered universe by mistake.

Lianna blinked, her piping bag mid-squeeze.

The man-tall, dark-haired, sharply dressed in a grey coat and polished shoes-swept his gaze across the glass display like it had personally offended him.

"Excuse me?" she called out, forcing a cheerful smile as she wiped her hands on her apron. "Can I help you with something?"

He glanced up, his eyes-stormy grey, unreadable-landing on her.

"You're Lianna Carter?" he asked, voice low and controlled.

"Um... yes," she replied cautiously. "And you are?"

He pulled something from his pocket-a sleek black wallet with a logo she didn't recognize. He flipped it open.

Adrian Cole. Culinary Consultant.

Specializing in business restructuring, performance auditing, and brand strategy.

Her stomach dipped. The bakery's owner, Miss Gracie, hadn't mentioned anything about consultants. And Adrian didn't look like someone who came to "strategize." He looked like someone who came to shut things down.

"Miss Gracie hired me," he said, tucking the ID back into his coat. "I'm here to assess operations and suggest improvements."

Lianna blinked again.

"Assess?" she echoed. "We bake. We sell. What's there to assess?"

His mouth quirked. Not quite a smile. Not quite friendly.

"Exactly."

---

By the time lunchtime came around, Lianna had decided she did not like Adrian Cole.

He had spent the entire morning asking strange questions, taking notes, and walking around with that same unreadable expression. He'd studied her cakes like he was looking for evidence of a crime, and he'd told Rosie-the sugar cookie queen-that her frosting swirls lacked "uniformity."

Uniformity? These were cookies, not military cadets.

And then there was the comment.

"You could simplify your cupcake menu," he had said, glancing over her carefully curated flavor list. "Fewer options. Less waste. More clarity for the customer."

Lianna had stared at him like he'd just suggested they replace chocolate with broccoli.

"These are our bestsellers," she had replied, trying to stay calm. "Customers love the variety."

"Maybe," he said. "But from a business perspective, it's excessive."

Now, she stood behind the counter, arms crossed, watching him tap something into his tablet as if it were a bomb he was defusing.

She didn't like him.

He was stiff. Arrogant. Cold. Probably didn't even eat dessert.

But then...

She caught him glancing at the cupcake she'd placed on the tray by the register. A strawberry swirl. The very same one she'd been decorating when he walked in.

His eyes lingered for a moment longer than necessary.

Lianna smirked. Caught you.

"You want one?" she asked sweetly, pointing to it. "It's on the house. For our... consultant."

He looked at her, surprised. Hesitated.

Then, with a stiff nod, he reached for it. "Thanks."

He took a bite.

And for just a second-just one-his expression shifted. His eyes softened. His brows lifted. His mouth opened, like he was about to say something.

But then he blinked it away.

"It's fine," he said flatly, setting the cupcake down.

It's fine?

Lianna narrowed her eyes. Oh, it was on.

---

The bell above the door jingled, and in walked Theo Grant-arms full of flower boxes and a lopsided grin on his face.

"Delivery for Honeywell Bakes," he called. "And possibly a free smile for the girl who made me those banana muffins last week."

Lianna's heart lifted.

Theo, her oldest friend, her constant cheerleader, her dependable golden retriever in human form. He didn't own a suit. He didn't take notes. He didn't insult cupcakes.

"Hi, Theo," she said, brushing past Adrian with an exaggerated smile. "You're just in time. I need help in the back."

Theo beamed. "Anything for you, sugarplum."

Adrian raised an eyebrow.

Lianna didn't care.

Two could play this game.

---

In the back room, Theo handed her the boxes and leaned against the wall, watching her carefully.

"Everything okay?" he asked. "You looked like you wanted to throw something at that guy."

"I still might," she muttered. "His name's Adrian. He's here to... 'assess operations.' Whatever that means."

Theo tilted his head. "He doesn't look like he eats muffins. Or talks to people."

Lianna laughed. "Exactly."

They stood in companionable silence for a moment, until Theo cleared his throat.

"Hey, uh... Lianna?"

She glanced up.

He rubbed the back of his neck. "I was wondering if you wanted to maybe go to that dessert expo next weekend? With me?"

She blinked. "Oh. Like... together?"

His cheeks turned the faintest shade of pink. "Yeah. Like together-together."

She opened her mouth to respond-

-and just then, Adrian's voice rang out from the front.

"Lianna, could I have a word?"

She groaned. "Saved by the sourpuss."

Theo smiled softly. "Rain check?"

She nodded. "Rain check."

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