Chapter 67 - Ryker

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 information changed, just in case. What about your driver's license? Social security card? All of that?"

"In the far corner. Fireproof safe under the desk." She pointed over my shoulder. Careful