Ryan pulls out a chair for May, placing her beside him and wrapping his arm protectively around her like he’s daring Craig to even breathe in her direction again. I can feel the edge in the room—Caden’s fury, Ryan’s restraint, my own disgust boiling in my chest.
Caden helps me serve with Jena, but he won’t let go of me for a second.
Instead, he sits down first and pulls me into his lap, his arms curling around me like I’m his anchor.
Or maybe I’m his shield to stop him from murdering Craig before dessert.
And honestly? I wouldn’t blame him.
After several long, awkward minutes of quiet chewing and the occasional clink of cutlery, Tanya finally clears her throat.
“So, Maymay,” she drawls, her voice laced with sugary poison. “Your first shift’s tonight? I didn’t think you were of age fo
