Sweet Love

Sweet Love

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Mila Rose Carter runs Honeycrumb Bakery on a quiet Chicago street. She's five foot one, chronically covered in flour, and perfectly content measuring her life in teaspoons and timers. Caleb Rhodes measures his in arenas and scoreboards. He's an NBA All-Star. Six foot three. Defensive powerhouse. Famous enough that strangers think they know him. When Caleb ducks into Honeycrumb one cold afternoon, Mila doesn't recognize him. She doesn't ask for photos. She doesn't flirt. She doesn't look at him like he's something larger than life. And for the first time in years, he feels normal. But Chicago is loud. The league is louder. And when Mila finds out who he really is, she starts shrinking in ways she swore she never would. Because loving someone whose world is that big? Feels dangerous. And Caleb Rhodes has never wanted anything more than the girl who stands on a step stool and pretends she's fine.
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