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The cake contest, whose prize is being offered by the billionaire Knight pack.
A prize of a quarter of a million dollars, which would transform Vito’s life and save our bakery.
I’m independent. I don’t want to rely on Thomas as the secret anonymous investor forever.
Excitement thrums through me.
A smile spreads across my face. “You’re going to make the event the exact opposite that the mayor intends. It’ll be a celebration of the small businesses.”
It’s simple but brilliant.
Raylan is going to be furious. This plan will destroy his credibility. Every crook that he’s had dealings with, who find themselves made a fool of at this event, will be out for his blood.
But is there more to this plan than that?
“Dad wants to rig the day and contest one way,” Thomas replies. “So, I’ll rig it in the opposite direction. Who says that I need to use honest methods? I should stick to what I know. After all, he raised me this way.”
Who doesn’t love irony?
Or karma?
Ghost ducks his head, glancing at me from underneath his eyelashes for a long moment.
He starts to furiously type, “Do you remember when you told me your secret dream?”
What does he mean?
Then I remember, lying with him in the basement and admitting the secret that I’d never told anyone: How I lay awake in bed at nights, feeling invisible and unrecognized and dreaming about helping other Omegas achieve their dreams.
How I wished that I could front my bakery.
I nod.
“We arranged for there to be journalists and the eyes of the world on the festival. Your cake is going to be incredible. You promised to bake me a chocolate one.”
“It’ll be the most delicious chocolate one that you’ve ever tasted.”
Ghost grins. “With frosting…? You’re the best baker in the state. Think about whether you finally want to step out of the shadows.”
He looks up at me, slipping the phone into his pocket. He traces his finger down my cheek, gripping me by the chin for a long moment to hold me in place, while never looking away.
My throat feels too tight to talk. My words are locked inside.
I simply nod again.
He returns my nod, kissing me quickly.
I wish that I could make the world forever winter for him to return the gesture.
He’s already shared so much of himself with me, and now, he’s trying to make my greatest dream come true.
I’m determined to bake him a chocolate cake every week.
Thomas straightens his cuffs. “When Dad is in public, where he can’t retaliate, preferably with Richard preening at his side like a little boy desperate for attention, I’ll make my final move.”
Thomas’ dominant pheromones flood the room. They’re strong enough to weaken both Ghost’s knees and mine. We grip onto each other to keep ourselves standing.
I gasp.
