Chapter 4

Dorchester Bay had quickly become the home he’d been looking for all his life, and when he slowly cruised down Main Street in the early morning hours, he spied the empty storefront, pulling up to the curb for a proper day dream. How long had he entertained the thought of opening his own bakery, having developed a love of cooking at a young age? From one job to the next, Dakota gave them his all, winding up unsatisfied and wishing for fulfilment.

This small northern Wisconsin town provided it.

Dakota drew to a stop behind a silver Mercedes with vanity plates. If Mrs. Norton thought she had the power to run him out of Dorchester Bay, she had another thing coming. If it came down to it he would fight fire with fire, not back down. Besides, he held enough confidence in his skill as a baker that worrying seemed pointless, perhaps even a bit silly. Who cared what Mrs. Norton said? His customers raved about the decadence of his cookies and cakes, the brownies and pies.