When my assistant quits without notice right before Valentine's Day, I'm in a bind. My ex-wife suggests that I hire my former stepdaughter, at least temporarily, to keep up with the demand of the holiday. It seems simple enough. But it's been a long time since I've seen her. She's grown up. She fills my kitchen with her sweet scent and sweeter smiles. Soon, I'm craving her more than most people crave my desserts.
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