Olivia’s spending her afternoon covered in flour, like she does most days now. Mark’s bakery has been a sort of safe haven for her ever since she moved to the city with her sister. She delights in baking various breads, cookies, pastries, and pies as she hides behind her flour from her jarring new reality. She misses her horses, her father and brothers, and waking up early in the morning in her room at the ranch, ready for the same routine she’d gotten so used to. So far Mark’s been okay, and they’ve gotten along well, despite Olivia sometimes thinking he’s a stumbling idiot. “I guess it’s endearing sometimes.” He’s kind-hearted, hard-working, and passionate. He’s put everything he has into…