“Where are you going?”
Purse in hand, Rachel went brows up at Holt’s sharp question. “To the grocery store?”
“Jonah’s not back from Johnson City yet.”
She gave an exaggerated look around the bakery kitchen. “I am aware. Last time I checked, I’m not under official house arrest.”
“Of course not. It’s just, I’m supposed to look out for you while he’s away, and I’m stuck here finishing up this cake for tomorrow.”
“Are you seriously going to tell me I have to stay here under full bodyguard protection in the middle of the afternoon on a Friday, because you can’t escort me to Garden of Eden to pick up the ingredients for dinner?”
The fierceness of Holt’s scowl was undermined by the ballerina pink fondant in his hands. “Yeah, I know how that sounds, but if anything happens to you on my watch
