She walked into my bakery
and my dough wasn't the only thing rising...
Long legs, a big chest, and perfect, round buns.
I'd give anything to roll with her and that adorable muffin top she's packing.
There's just one problem...
and that's the Irish mob jerk who thinks he owns her.
To hell with that.
If she's gonna have a bun in her oven...
it's gonna be mine.