Page 84 of My Salvation

“Better.”

When they made it to the bakery’s storefront, his mate gasped. “It’s so cute!”

He opened the door, and she practically ran inside.

Peter glanced up from the counter, took one look at Cas’ tear-streaked face, then back to him. He held out his hand. “Credit card.”

Sighing, he got out his wallet, then passed it to the large baker. “First order is to be billed to my father at House Aerdan. Everything else can go on the account you set up.”

“Oh, I like that, and that, and that, and oh! Babe! Look at the brownies!”

Priest grinned. “Whatever she wants gets billed to my father,” he said, grinning at her exuberance.

Peter chuckled and wrote down his credit card information. He passed him back his card and turned to Cas. “Okay, honey. You tell Peter what you need.”

Priest frowned. “You don’t have to say it like that.”

Cas ignored him and smiled up at Peter. “Are you the sorcerer who created these works of wonder?”

“That would be me.”

“I’ll take two of everything from here, to… here,” she said, swiping her finger along the bake case.

Peter laughed. “You warriors are great for business.”

Cas turned to him. “Should we pick up something for Meryn? She might need the extra sugar working on that network.”

He leaned down and kissed his mate’s forehead. “You’re a genius.”

Peter looked between the two of them. “Anything for Princess Meryn is on the house.”

Cas eyed the bake case. “Maybe the mocha truffles?”

Priest shook his head. “I heard she had to limit her caffeine intake.”

Peter leaned across the counter. “I use a mocha extract. There’s no caffeine in it except what’s in the chocolate.”

Cas nodded. “Let’s get a dozen of those…” She eyed the boxes behind him. “Are the boxes bricks?”

Peter smiled. “I designed it myself.”

“If you order enough, you can make a wall,” his mate whispered to herself.

Priest looked at Peter, who nodded. His mate could have as many boxes as she wanted. “What would you like now, and where would you like the rest sent?”

“Since we’ll be shopping near closing time, should we bring Baba something?” Cas asked.

“Not a bad idea. I want to stay on her good side.”

Peter nodded. “If it’s for Baba, I have her favorite strawberry cheesecake in stock. I can box up some for you.”

“Thanks, Peter,” Priest said, watching his mate flitter from one case to the next.

“Peter? Can I get the brownies now? Send half of the rest to the warrior villa and the other half to House Illiya.”

“Of course, you can, darlin',” he said, opening up one of his to-go boxes.

“You enjoy flirting with our mates too much,” Priest grumbled.

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