Chapter 11

“How about…” he started, meaning to get Ren’s opinion on a cookie idea, only to be interrupted by the door banging open. The day suddenly seemed darker as the villain of his story marched in.

Dakota could have sworn the temperature in the always pleasantly toasty bakery dropped a few notches. His stomach knotted and he grasped the counter out of fear his legs might give out. Evelyn Norton looked capable of spitting nails. Ren, out of sight and standing behind Evelyn, tried to hide, pressing herself into an empty corner.

“You,” seethed Evelyn, the grip on her clutch tight enough to whiten her knuckles.