Rhea
"Anne, pass me the baking powder. We don't have much time."
I stretched my hand out without looking away from the mixing bowl in front of me.
The kitchen looked like a disaster zone. Flour dusted the counter. Eggshells littered one corner. There was icing in places icing definitely shouldn't be.
Honestly, it was ridiculous what I was doing. I couldn't even begin to justify it. Anything regarding Ryan was none of my business.
The problem was that the more I got to know him, the harder it became to see him as just the arrogant biker king everyone else seemed to fear.
I'd seen a different side of him last night. The side carrying the weight of an entire club on his shoulders and pretending it didn't bother him.
And somehow, that made this feel important. Even if it wasn't. Even
