My bakery is my fresh start. My chaos is my own.
Then my computer crashed and Rhett Lawson walked in.
I craft cupcakes and donuts with artistic flair. He's ex-black ops. Military hacker.
We don't mesh. At least I think we don't.
Except he keeps looking at me like we do.
He has rules. Consequences. A steady hand that turns my chaos into something I can breathe through.
He calls me babygirl like I've always been his.
Allowing Rhett to hack into the walls surrounding my heart may be the best decision I've ever made.
Now I just have to let him.