Saved By The Lumberjack

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Chapter 8
“And this is how you steam milk,” Annie says, holding out a jug filled with thick, shiny milk. She pours it into the cup, swirling the jug while she does so. Once she’s done, there’s a perfect white heart on the brown foam.
“How did you do that?”
She grins at me. “This is nothing. You’ll get there. It’s pretty easy once you get the hang of it. Now it’s your turn.”
I steam the milk the way Marianne showed me, the bandages around my hand making it difficult to hold the jug. Once I’m done, she inspects my work.
“Not bad, rookie. Not bad at all.”
Her praise makes me smile. It seems like such a small thing, but being told I did something well lifts my spirits.
“The next time someone orders a cappuccino, you’ll make it.”
I nod and smile up at Annie. “Thank you. For everything.”
She puts a hand on my shoulder and gives it a squeeze. “You’re welcome, kiddo.”
Someone approaches the counter, and when I look up, my heart threatens to beat out of my chest.
“Hi, Daisy. Fancy meeting you here.”
I swallow, my eyes wide. I don’t know what to say. How the hell did he find me?
“Oh, do you two know each other?” Annie asks, looking back and forth between the two of us.
“She’s my fiancée,” Roger says with a sneer.
“I was your fiancée. Not anymore.”
Roger rolls his eyes. “Don’t be stupid, Daisy. You know we belong together. Now quit playing your childish games and come home. I gave you a week to come to your senses, but I’m running out of patience.”
For once, his voice doesn’t slur. Then again, it’s only nine in the morning.
“How did you find me?”
Roger rolls his eyes. “I’ve had a spy app on your phone for fucking years. You didn’t actually think I’d just let you walk around not knowing where you are?” he sneers.
The inside of my mouth tastes foul. The bastard has been tracking me for years. Anger mixes with my shock and fear, and a vein in my temple throbs.
When I don’t reply, Roger says, “Now get your things and let’s get out of here. Our wedding is tomorrow, after all.”
He looks so confident. As if it isn’t even a possibility that I could say no.
“I’m not coming back. And I’m not getting married to you. Not now, not ever.”
Roger’s face flushes with anger. “You really think you can do better than me?”
“I think you should leave,” Annie says, her voice calm. But there’s an angry edge to it, and her beautiful eyes are narrowed angrily.
He scoffs, ignoring her. “You’re fucking deluded. You barely finished high-school, you’re average looking at best, and your personality isn’t anything to fucking write home about.”
“You’re the one who’s fucking deluded if you think you’re good enough for her.” Burke suddenly appears next to Roger, and the sight of him eases some of the tightness in my chest. No matter what happened between us, I know he’ll protect me from Roger. That’s just the kind of man Burke is.
“Who the fuck are you?” Roger spits, looking up at Burke. Burke’s shoulder muscles tense with anger, and it hits me again just how tall and strong he is. Next to him, Roger looks like a teenager.