“No way!” I grab my trusty rolling pin, brandishing it in front of me. “Stay back.”
I’m not sure if Monica is still on the phone or not, all I can focus on is Sean’s devastating grin. “I think kidnapping will work this time.”
“This time?” I squeak. “Do you make a habit of kidnapping people?”
“Only once. But I think I’ve worked out the kinks.”
I’ve lost the side of the island I was using as a guide and my back hits the fridge. Sean plants a hand on both sides of me, trapping me against the cool stainless steel. There’s an excited gleam in his eyes, one I’m not cut out for. One I don’t stand a chance against.
“What will it be Sunny? Are you coming willingly, or am I taking you captive?” His voice is low, piercing me to my core.
I’m one second from fainting into his very strong arms. When he calls me Sunny, I want to go anywhere with him.
But I remember myself and force away the nerves. Monica is right, I do need a break. And I suppose it wouldn’t hurt anything if I just took a couple of hours off. I'm not doing this for him, I'm doing it for me. “It doesn’t count as a date,” I say quickly.
“Of course not,” he murmurs.
“I’ll give you two hours.”
“I’ll take it.”
“Make it three!” Monica says from the phone still in his hand and we both jump. I take my phone and tell her goodbye before turning back to Sean.
“Uh, Sunny?”
I swallow down all the emotions that nickname drudges up. I love it and hate it coming off his lips.
“Yeah?”
“You should probably get the dough out of there.” His eyes dart down then quickly back up.
Dough? Oh…I look down to see that the glob of dough has made itself a home right above the apron tie on my waist and I look approximately three months pregnant. My skin becomes a roaring fire.
“If your dad sees you like that I might not live to see another day,” he smirks.
“I regret this already.”
Chapter 14
Sean
IthoughtIlikedmy truck when I bought it at seventeen. But I’ve never loved it as much as I do right now, with London in the passenger seat, her hair down, her eyes drifting closed as I drive through the city.
I didn’t have a plan for anything tonight. But this might be the only non-date date I get with this woman, I intend to make it count.
Her phone rings and she jumps, the contentment flying off her face.
“Hello?”
The voice on the other end is deep. If I had to guess, I’d say it’s her dad.
“You’re at my shop? Sorry. I should have told you, I went out with uh…” She glances over at me. “A friend.”
I flick a brow up.
“I’m fine. I’ll be back later,” she says after a moment. “Yes, I’ll be home by nine,” she says, quieter this time. “I will. Okay. Bye.” She puts her phone away and looks out the window.
“Your dad?” I ask.
