Burning Ivy (KORT, #1)

by Brandy Hynes

The Little Storm has already won this battle, and Gage knows it. He’s simply too prideful to concede. But the faster he does, the easier it will be to win the war of protecting her. What we all want. He hedges, so Ivy leans forward, elbows braced on her knees, fingers clasped, eyes on the Big Guy. “I’ll bake you whatever you want for a full month. No limit on requests, although I do have some new recipes stored up here.” She taps her index finger on her temple. “Every day? Anything I want?” His intrigue is comical. She’s not gifting him anything. She’s been baking up a storm in the wee hours of the night since Tom died, but this is for him, I guess. “Yep,” she says. “Any pastry, pie, cookie, or cake you can dream up. I’ll give it a go.” And just like that, his face softens into the putty her sweets-offering molded. He raises his glass in agreement, so Liam decks him in the shoulder, barking, “Now, who’s the fucking pussy? You sold your anonymity for goddamn pastries!”