Blade’s P.O.V.
The next morning, I walked into the bakery with an extra bounce in my step, even though I had hardly slept the night before with the fire. Mainly because I still felt that rush from the night before, and the memory of having Meghan in my arms was an event that was etched in my mind. I hadn’t stopped thinking about her for one second, the way her walls had finally cracked, how I had finally kissed her—really kissed her. And today, like a daily ritual, I was here for some coffee, but mostly, I was here to see her. And hopefully... to kiss her again as well.
But as soon as I stepped inside, I noticed Meghan’s expression shift. Her smile fell and her face tightened, eyes narrowed with something that definitely wasn’t last night’s tenderness. She looked like she wanted to throw
