I leaned forward and put my hands on my knees to grab a gulp of air. The bakery walls seemed to inch closer as everyone stared at me. I needed to run before Pearl jumped ship and boarded the "Broadrick is a good guy" boat.
"I've got to make a call. Be right back." I slipped off my apron, tossed it on the counter, and then hightailed it out the bakery's front door.
Pelican Bay offered very few places to sit for privacy. Ridge Jefferson had the entire place on camera thanks to his obsessive need to keep his wife safe and his unlimited funds from running Pelican Bay Security.
There were a few spots, though, and thankfully I had them memorized. A bench outside the bakery was in a location where they couldn't make out audio. That's where I went to have my meltdown in relative peace.
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