Dr Chase Baker Novels & Stories

He seems skeptical but agrees. The next few days I spend doing chores around the house and an alarming amount of baking. I enjoy baking and cooking, but this is the first time I have been on a baking spree. I can't explain it but the need to back down is almost a compulsion. I just want to go back and clean. I am pulling another cake and batch of cookies out of the oven when I hear the door open. I assume it is Bo and keep going about my business of taking things out of the oven and sliding in the next items that are ready to go into the oven. I turn around when finished and almost jump when I see Drake. I immediately become aware of how little clothing I have on, just a tank and some short

I am so excited to explore all the intracacies of second chance mates I alluded to in 'Chase. Do you have any guesses whose story it is?

She nodded at him with a small smile before signing off her leaving time in the register. Her fingerprint was yet to be on the punch-in machine. She walked outside to take her bicycle and at the same damn moment, he came outside… And he saw her holding her bicycle and starting to walk ahead. Yes, you should be proud of the things you own but… That was not some hi-fi bicycle, it was simple, too simple to be considered. Not meeting his gaze she walked away. … “How is your father now?” Dinehs asked as her gaze went to him all of a sudden.

When I’m around him, my emotion is undefinable and, truth be told, makes me unwell. Before the day hits Monday, I took time to research my client’s identity. I found out that Mr. Pier Baker is the heir to Baker Enterprises. He’s an only son and recently graduated from college. Also, I learned that he’s an infamous casanova and had been involved in many scandals. I shook my head, "He could be a challenge for me," and murmured. I felt alarmed by just reading everything that was written about him. I could only wish for a smooth and nice meeting with him.

Baker said, "Master Jayden, it really has something to do with it." Jayden said, "You're already middle-aged, Dr. Baker. So why are you still gossiping like a teenager?" Dr. Baker was already more than sixty years old, and he was a very experienced old doctor. Jayden initially respected him just like how he respected his elders. If this matter was questioned by someone else instead of Dr. Baker, Jayden would have scolded the person. It was already a show of respect that Jayden did not throw Dr. Baker out.

"You are here to take me to question me about the murders again." "Ah, close enough but no. We don't need to question you anymore because we already found enough evidence. Dr. Jackson Wilson, you are under arrest for abducting, torturing, and then murdering prosecutor Arik Watson, Dr. Robert Jonson, Mr. James Brown." And with that Stefan handcuffed the dumbfounded man in front of him. "You may use the right to stay silent or appoint a lawyer to defend your charges." The detective said in a flat tone as he finished handcuffing. Jackson was stunned and his head went all blank for a moment. He didn't know what was going on anymore.

He removed his reading glasses and set them carefully on the arm of the couch, then gave me his full attention. “Okay,” he said, voice low but steady. “I’m listening, son.” I sat back, one arm draped casually over the sofa, though inside my chest, there was a tension I rarely admitted to anyone. “It’s Demetria Hernandez. The baker. You already know her from the gala.” His brows lifted in recognition. “Ah, the woman who caught the attention of my son in front of half the city.”

I then went to the local superstore and bought a cheap iron and board. I brought everything back to the gang house and unloaded the car. It was now three in the afternoon, so I went and grabbed a few burgers and a milkshake to eat on my way to the bakery. I had tried to make it there sooner, but at least I should be on time to help deliver things to the pack house if need be; then I could take Melody to go with me on our date. I walked into the front door of the bakery and sipped on my milkshake as I watched Chester run the cash register for a little old lady. I almost laughed at the sight of the giant in the tiny bakery apron and the homemade name tag that read ‘Ches’.

I didn’t know that an enforcer can tease and make jokes. As we walked inside the bakeshop, a woman in her thirties raised her head, wiping the flour off her brown apron. "Ah, Nix, it's good to see you again.” She turned to look at me and asked, her motherly voice reminding me of my late mother, “Who's your friend?" Nix grinned as he wrapped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me in closer to his side. "This is Etheral," Nix said glancing at me and then back to the lady.

“Wait, Christina. You need to know something.” “What?” “Drake. My ex-husband. He is going to the grocery with me.” “What. The. Fuck, Beatrice?” she cursed.