My Divorced Neighbor Told Me She Was Going to Steal My Husband, So I Humiliated Her at a Barbecue—Then She Found a Way to Shut Down My Bakery
She smiled at me.
I didn’t smile back.
Derek finished the hinge and put away his screwdriver.
Later, when we were alone, I told him what I thought.
“Vanessa is flirting with you.”
He looked surprised.
“What?”
“She keeps manufacturing reasons to get you alone.”