MARION

Her stunned face on my screen was enough to make me chuckle. Demetria stood frozen outside her bakery, eyes wide, lips parted, staring at the Mercedes and the array of bags like she’d stumbled into a luxury dream.

I leaned back in my office chair, tugging my cufflinks into place. “What? Cat got your tongue, Wildfire?”

Her head snapped toward the phone, cheeks tinged with color. “Are you insane, Marion? You can’t just drop a car and half of Rodeo Drive at my doorstep.”

“I ...