His statement saddens me and also surprises me. Does he just work?

I answer, "Okay, but I might be baking," and then I put my hand over my face, peeking at him through my fingers.

"You really love it, don't you?" he asks.

"Yeah, I do. I always have. My grammy and I used to do it together. She started teaching me when I was three."

"Wow."

Nostalgia hits me, thinking about my grammy teaching me her recipes when I was little.

He asks again, "All right, so if you weren't baking, what would you be doing?"

"I might be volunteering at the children's hospital."

"You do that?" he questions.

"Yeah. I started doing it when I was in college. I felt like I was making a difference, so I continued with it," I reveal.

He softly says, "That's amazing. What else would you be doing?"

I ponder the question, then answer, "Maybe hanging out with Melanie and her family."

"What about dating?" he asks.

My butterflies mix with dread. I toss it back to him, quizzing, "What about you and your dating life?"

He squeezes his eyes shut, groaning, "You don't want to know."

I chirp, "Oh, but I do. Let me guess. You have a new girl in your bed every night."

He scoffs. "I'm not that bad."

"Right," I snicker.

"Do you think I'm that bad?" he questions.

I consider if I do, then decide I'm not sure. So I respond, "Am I close?" My chest tightens. The thought of Sebastian with any other woman makes me feel ill. It shouldn't. I know this isn't real between us.

He admits, "No. I usually stick with the same woman for a few months."

Something about his statement irritates me. I add, "Then you get bored?"

"Ugh," he moans. "You make me sound horrible."

"Sorry," I offer, but hurt annihilates me.

I'm not even lasting a few months, and I'm marrying him.

A moment of uncomfortable silence fills the air. Then he pushes, "Okay. I spilled the beans. What about you? Longtime boyfriend who you put on pause to make your million with me?"

More pain ignites within me. It's not because I'm no longer with my ex; it's sadness over how things ended and why. I admit, "My boyfriend and I broke up shortly after Valentine's Day."

Sebastian furrows his brows. Confusion fills his face. "You haven't dated anyone since?"

"No," I answer.

"Why not?"

I shrug. "No one seemed interesting to me."

Something passes on his face and I'm unsure how to interpret it. He asks, "Well, why did you break up?"

I blurt out, "He dumped me."

Shock overtakes Sebastian's face. "Why would he do that?"

I shift in my seat and reveal, "He said my head was in the clouds."

"Meaning?"