I typed my number into her phone and held it out to her without saving it. She hadn't asked for my name and I'd be damned if I volunteered it when she'd made hers so difficult to uncover. "Text me the venue, and I'll be there as soon as I'm done."
She took the device from me, eyes gleaming. "Can't wait."
Fuck, neither could I.
***
Sera opened the door with a face like stone.
"I brought pastries," I said, holding up the bag like the peace offering it was.
She didn't move. "What the hell for?"
"They're from Mom," I said, trying to keep my voice level. "She asked me to bring them."
She folded her arms. "Again—what the hell for?"
I blinked. "She's your mother, and she baked you pastries, isn't that reason enough? They're your favorite, too, cinnamon raspberry, righ
