Let Them Kneel
Julian said smoothly, glancing around the quiet bakery, “I was in the neighborhood.”
Kaelani scoffed, shaking her head. “We’re closed.”
Julian checked the sleek watch on his wrist. “Not for another fifteen minutes,” he replied.
Her patience thinned audibly in the breath she released. Without another word, she grabbed a paper bag from the counter, yanked open the glass display, and pulled out a honey–cinnamon cake. She dropped it into the bag with more force than necessary.
“Anything else?” She asked flatly, holding the bag out like she wished she could throw it at him instead.
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