Chapter 28

“You! You’re the one who ruined my life!”

Brooklyn looked up in surprise from the counter where she’d been taking an inventory of the pastries. A familiar-looking, dark-haired guy was storming toward her. She stepped back from the counter, reaching into her apron pocket for her cellphone in case she needed to call for help.

He stopped when he reached the counter and glared at her, his hands balled into fists at his sides.

“What?” Brooklyn croaked out in a strangled voice.

Clearing her throat, she asked again.

“What are you talking about? I don’t think I’ve ever met you.”

He stared at her, his nostrils flaring. Then he reached into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out his phone, typing furiously into it. Finding what he was looking for, he held the phone up for her to look at.

“So, you’re telling me that this isn’t your article?” he asked, his dark eyes sparkling with anger.

She took a small step forward to look at his phone and saw he had pulled up her article