“Do not contact me or Kamryn again. I only want to see or hear from you when we’re in front of a judge. Any more notes or evidence that you were near her bakery or our place, and I will get a restraining order against you faster than you can f**k your way into trying to get me fired again. You ruined the last six years of my life, Olivia, I’ll be damned if I let you touch my life with Kamryn. Stay. The hell. Away.”

Her smirk fell, and she looked to the side. “He’s threatening me!”

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Both lawyers looked at us, but before either could say anything, I straightened up and walked toward them. “Threatening? Hardly. I was simply strongly advising. Isn’t that right, J.?”

J. Shepherd’s face fell before he could compose it, and he looked past me at Olivia. “Olivia,” he said in warning.

I tried to control my shaking as I left the room. I wasn’t worried about them actually finding out and having proof that I’d been having an affair with Kamryn before I filed for divorce. I had enough on Olivia, in addition to the threats her attorney had made on me if I did file, that they wouldn’t be able to get much off the fact that I’d been having an affair too. But I knew Olivia, and I knew how vindictive she was to people she saw as a threat. Even though Olivia didn’t want me just as much as I didn’t want her, Olivia had lost her control over me because of Kamryn—and she knew it. To her, that was exactly what Kamryn was—a threat. And I wasn’t about to let Liv come near Kamryn.

“Mr. Saco,” my attorney called after me. “I know the things you’ve told me, but I strongly suggest you don’t speak with Mrs. Saco unless Mr. Shepherd and I are moderating or we’re in front of the judge. There’s too much she can make up, and we won’t have anyone who can verify either way.”

“I understand.” I nodded in the direction of the room. “All I told her was that I would get a restraining order put on her if she came near my girlfriend or me again. She’s been leaving notes on our cars and on my girlfriend’s place of business. I’ve kept them all, and I’ll scan them and send them to you in the morning. You can let J. know that, by the way.”

My attorney raised one eyebrow, and a small grin crossed his face as he nodded and began backing up toward the room. “Perfect, send me everything. I’ll talk to you in the morning, Mr. Saco.”

Taking off my tie and rolling up my shirtsleeves, I walked quickly to my car. I was done with Olivia. I was done with her family. I was done with their entitled view of themselves because of their money, and the way they could sway people and look down on others because of it. I was just done. I only wanted to get back to Kamryn, throw a f**king cupcake, and go home with her tonight and try to forget all about Olivia until I had to see her in court.

19

Kamryn

August 1, 2015

PRESSING MY LIPS to Brody’s cheek two days later, I laughed softly against his skin when he reached for my waist and kissed him again before moving away from his searching fingers.

“Mmm, nu-uh. Come back,” he mumbled into the pillow.

“I have to go to the shop. I’ll see you later.”

He propped himself up on one elbow, and I had to force myself to stay away from him. I wake up, and I look like I got in a fight with a Weedwacker. Brody wakes up and looks like he’s ready for a photo shoot. Asshole.

“Do you want me to come help you?”

I laughed and pulled on my Converses. “You mean, do I want you to come and eat everything I make?”

“Basically, yeah.”

“If you want, you can. But I need to leave right now, so you’d have to bring your own car.”

As Brody crawled out of the bed, I stopped tying my shoelaces. My body warmed, and I might have started chewing on the inside of my cheek, but I couldn’t be sure of anything anymore, other than the sight of him naked and what I wanted to do to him.

“Are you sure you don’t want to be a little late and help me get ready?” he said softly into my ear, his gravelly voice making my already unsteady breathing even more ragged.

“You don’t play fair,” I whimpered when he made a trail down my neck.

“Never claimed to. And I want you in the shower . . . now, Kamryn.”

Just as I started to say, “Okay,” my phone started ringing and I jerked back. “Shit! Kinlee! I’m supposed to pick up Kinlee today.” Brody grumbled his dislike, and I laughed as I grabbed his head and brought it down to kiss him soundly. “I’ll see you when you get to the shop.”

“Drive safe, see you soon,” he said as he walked into the bathroom.

Grabbing my phone, I saw the missed call from a number I didn’t know and decided I’d wait to see if the caller left a voice mail before calling back. Shoving my cell in my back pocket, I finished tying my shoes and grabbed my purse as I ran to the garage.

After picking up Kinlee and getting us to the shops, I rushed around to make sure my employees had gotten everything ready up front before going to the back.

“I’m so sorry, Grace! I forgot I was picking up Kinlee, and then Brody was trying to make me later than I already was, and . . . well, obviously, I’m super late.”

Grace laughed and waved me off before going back to icing more cupcakes. “You’re the boss, I’m pretty sure you’re allowed to be late.”

I frowned and tied on my apron. “You know I want to be here, I don’t like being late . . . especially when y’all are here and having to do everything.” Looking around, I walked back out to the front before glancing at Grace. “Where’s Andy?”