Book 4 - Chapter Twelve

Hallick’s POV

I stalk down the stairs and into the kitchen, turning off the alarm that Mackenzie’s assistant had set before she left. I had to get out of the kitchen and away from the woman across from me, her words about cooking being a damn woman’s job got under my skin.

I was raised by women, four of them and it was drilled into me from before I could walk, having a d**k between your legs didn’t make you f.ucking special. You want to eat, get your ass in the kitchen and cook, and make enough for everyone. Make a mess, your ass is going to clean in back up, no maids lived in my house growing up.

I growl angrily as I shove through the stable door and move through to the darkened bakery to check that the doors and windows are locked correctly.

I don’t doubt that the woman has locked us ……