Cyrus
The bed-and-breakfast had been updated throughout the years, and Pierce wanted to modernize the infrastructure, but the hallways were still hot. Air conditioning from the tiny portable devices in each room didn’t cool the suffocating spaces in between them.
The longer I stood listening to Drake’s nonsense, the more irritated I grew. "I don’t want to go to the bakery."
Did I sound like an annoying spoiled brat who wasn’t getting his way? Yes, but fuck them. I had more money than everyone else, and no one told me what to do. Nothing good ever happened at the bakery, so they couldn’t make me go. I refused.
Drake met my gaze and crossed his arms, matching my stance. "I’m just passing on the message. Spencer heard them talking on the main bakery camera about a midnight break-in if the two of you didn’t come out soon."
Katy.
It was always Katy.