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“Laura!” Stiles opens the bakery door with his hip, balancing boxes carefully. “It smells stunning. Are you making cinnamon buns?” He waits, but there’s silence. “Anyway, I noticed your uncle Peter’s car. When did he come back into town?” Still no response, so Stiles starts unpacking the boxes. Coffee, cups, straws, lids, napkins. “I hope I don’t have to see that bastard much,” Stiles mutters. “He’s too sexy and creepy. Sexily creepy. Creepily sexy.” He turns toward the back with the extra cups and walks into Peter, who grasps onto his arm, steadying him with a smirk.
“Creepily sexy, hmm?”