“Noah, they’re letting us out.” The guard behind me goes around unlocking our handcuffs.
“Why wasn’t he handcuffed before?”
Tagar glowers. “Because he kept unlocking the handcuffs.”
“I’m telling you, take notes from Jamie. I’ve trained him really well.”
“Noah.” Jamie rubs his wrists when they’re cut free. “Let’s go home.”
“Oh, really?!” He pouts. “But I’m having fun. We were going to set up a bookclub.”
“They’re leaving in two weeks, Noah,” I say.
“What? Okay, before we leave, I need everyone’s numbers. We’ll do this over the phone, but it is happening. Oh! Sawyer, what about a mafia book-club night at your bakery?”
I never want to see any of these people ever again as long as I live.
“Noah.” Jamie lifts Noah’s hands up, now bound with ties. “Why are your ziptied now!?”
“I was teaching Tiger.”
“Tagar,” the large man says.
“Showing him how to properly tie a knot.” Jamie shakes his head, trying to get it free with no luck. “You tied it too tight.”
Noah looks back at Tagar and winks. “See. What did I tell you?”
“Let me.” Devlin shoves Jamie out of the way, stepping between Noah’s thighs as he sits on the desk. Slowly he unties his binds, looking into his eyes the entire time. “Has anyone ever told you how gorgeous your eyes are?”
“Jamie does all the time.”
“So, nobody important.”
“Okay, enough.” Jamie tries to shove Devlin away, but the large man doesn’t move. It’s a little embarrassing. “Come on, Noah.”
Noah pushes Devlin away, hopping down off the desk. “Is everything okay?” he asks me. “You’re not hurt, right?”
“Yeah, everything’s fine. The statue was a safe. Everyone’s safe.” Oh, and I have a necklace worth who fucking knows how much sitting in my pocket, and on top of that, I’m in love with a man who broke my heart into pieces. “I’m fine.”
Noah gives my arm a squeeze. “Let’s go home.”
CHAPTER THIRTY
SAWYER
A bell rings,and I hate the way I expect it to be Aiden walking in here. It happens often, because through all this, my bakery has been doing amazing. I closed for a week but allowed open orders on the website, and now I’m behind.
I also have no help.
Not that I officially fired Aiden, but he hasn’t been back here. I didn’t think he would be. Even if it was all bullshit, I’ll admit having Aiden’s help was great.
I’ve just finished writing down all the orders I need to fulfill since we reopened.
I smile, seeing the familiar face. “Mrs. Ramirez.”
“Hello, sweet boy. Oh my goodness, look at this place. You’ve really upgraded in here.”
I smile, and I think back to months ago when she used to come into an empty bakery. With the changes to our opening hours I have a lot more customers, and now that it’s summer there are a few teenagers sitting at a table talking and laughing, a man working on his laptop, and a mother with two of her kids.
