Shivers and goosebumps rose along my arms and spine as she scratched her nails against my scalp. How I missed the simple pleasure of that my whole life, I didn't know. But, along with just about everything else about this woman, I was addicted to it.
I dipped down so she could get the front door.
"Oh, I need my purse," she said.
I straightened. "Right. Do you know where it is?"
She stiffened a bit, looked over my shoulder. "No. Last I remember having it was in the car at the bakery."
I winced even as I appreciated her not stating the fact that I was the reason she was currently forced to be in my arms. I nodded. I would make that up to her. Spend my life making it up to her.
"I'll have Baxter go back to the bakery. I think your car is still there. You'll need to get your bank in
