“Please, tell me you’ll move to Seattle and open a bakery. Hell, move to Seattle and marry me.” One of the enforcers choked on a laugh. “Uh, Frankie, you may wanna reconsider those words. Reaper looks like he’s about to straight-up murder your ass.” Frankie shoved another bite of cupcake into his mouth. “Don’t care. It would be worth it.”
