Cursing myself for not locking the front door, I set the hand mixer down on the worktop and moved to the doors that separated the kitchen from the booking and show space. I stuffed my phone in my bra. I needed to get rid of whoever was out here.
Then I needed to find out how to disappear. I had no idea why I'd called Ryker. He couldn't help me. Other than pissing me off.
A sardonic smile pulled at the corner of my mouth as I got to the double swing doors. He'd helped me. Pulled me back with his ego and arrogance. I was going to have to bake the stupid man some more f*****g cupcakes. They could be my going-away present to him.
I skidded to a halt as the one and only stupid man stood just inside my shop's door. He looked big and menacing. Heat and emotion vibrated off him in waves and s
