Chapter 2
So the moment I stepped out of his house into the rain, I dialed the number of the one and only person I could contact at a time like this.
"Laura?" he called softly as if he could hear the turmoil going through my mind already.
"King," I called out, my voice breaking into a sob.
"Where are you, Lorry?" he asked with some turbulence in the background. I knew for a fact that he was in his bakery, working on the birthday cake of a VIP client, a politician whose baby shower was the next day.
But I'd crumble without him to hold me together.
"Laura, please talk to me," he pleaded as his car engine sputtered to life. He drove a sports car. Ever since high school, he'd been oddly fascinated by sports cars and their engines. So an F1 McLaren was the perfect ride.
I recognized the
