AMARA'S POV
It was so hot in here. Sitting a few inches from this dude, right in the same room, taking hot coffee with extra cream was something I didn’t see coming when I walked in with him to the car.
“My son said you wanted to start work at the bakery,” she said, as she placed her cup of coffee elegantly on the table.
‘Point of correction. I have no interest in working in your bakery.’ I responded in my head.
She folded her hands against her knees, one leg crossed over the other. “I just asked a question, young lady.” When Camilla spoke again, her voice was tighter.
I paused, tilted my head sideways and locked eyes with this jerk that had an amusing smirk etched at the corner of his lips. Rylan was obviously enjoying all of these.
The slightest pangs of regret Odessa pushed
