Luna On The Run - I Stole The Alphas Son

Chapter 55

A week Later.

“And that would be our favorite mailman,” Lexa chimes, making me look up. Micheal, the local mailman, steps into the bakery, a letter clutched under his arm as the bell above the door rings. I can’t help the smile that splits onto my face. I loved the locals here and knew most by name now.

It was also obvious they knew exactly what I was but never said anything, which just proved everything Jake was telling the women was a lie. They didn’t care as long as we weren’t causing trouble.

“Hey, Elena,” he smiles softly. Micheal was around my mother’s age. Every day I was working at the bakery, he stopped in to buy some of Sondra’s mini cheesecakes. Smil ing, I get up from my stool behind the counter. The boys were asleep in their rockers by my feet, and Micheal peers over the edge of the counter. “There they are,” he coos, and I smile, getting his usual order ready.

“Sondra not in today?” he asks.

“No, she said she was feeling tired today,” I tell him, pass ing him the paper bag with the two lemon cheesecakes that he usually gets. He takes the bag, passing me over the A4 en

1 184 Vouchers velope. Yet, as I went to set it down, I noticed it had my name on it and not hers.

to close. Thank god because the boys had slept most of the af ternoon, and my breast was killing me. I still needed to pick up another tin of formula on

me as I turn the sign to closed on the door. We had hoped she would call, we hadn’t spoken to her for a week, and each day I was becoming

am starting to

the phone that mom said she would call us and not to call her. Yet, I had this sickening feeling that something was se

“Maybe?”

Elena, if Axton is watching the phones,” I sigh, know ing she is right, instead opening the glass cabinet

pretty quickly, but whatever was left over we always took home for deserts or for the children that lived on the ranch. Once I had boxed everything and cleaned up,

out a breath. “Hey, Elena,”

you got any formula out back?” | sing out to her. She looks around the mountain load of boxes she was trying to unpack and put on the shelves. “Let me check, I just got an order in, it

need help with?” I ask

I tell her, grabbing the first box. However, as Taylor starts marking stuff off. We find half her order is miss

288 Vouchero “I am worried you just wasted your time,” Taylor curses, looking at the baby section which still is empty,

and see if I can get enough to tide you over while we