Let Them Kneel (kaelani and Julian) novel Chapter 11

The sharp scent of burning sugar hit Kaelani’s nose a second too late. She whipped the oven door open, coughing as smoke curled out in a bitter wave. The tray of croissants, once golden and perfect, was now blackened beyond saving.

“Damn it,” she muttered, sliding them out and clattering the tray onto the stovetop.

Tessa looked up from the table where she was filling the napkin dispenser. Her brows arched high. “That’s the second one this week.” She tipped her head, studying Kaelani. “You good?”

“I’m fine,” Kaelani said quickly—maybe too quickly—grabbing a towel to wave the smoke away.

Tessa’s look was skeptical, but before she could press further, the front bell jingled. A delivery guy stepped in, tall and broad-shouldered, a crate balanced easily in his arms. Tessa’s expression flipped in an instant—eyes bright, smile coy.

“Hey, Ryan,” she chirped, leaning a little too far over the counter as he set the crate down.

“Afternoon, Tess,” he returned with an easy grin.

Her lips pursed, teasing. “You didn’t call.”

He winced faintly, scratching the back of his neck. “Yeah, sorry about that. Work’s been a mess.” His grin returned, smoother this time. “But hey—we’re all heading to the pub tonight. Just a few of us, nothing big. You should come.”

Tessa’s smile bloomed again. “Maybe I will.”

He gave her a wink before heading out, the door jingling shut behind him.

The second he was gone, Tessa turned back to Kaelani, practically glowing. “Please come with me. Please. I cannot show up alone and look like some desperate loser when I really like him.”

Kaelani smirked faintly, sliding the ruined tray into the sink. “You like him? He’s got fuckboy written all over him.”

“Oh, so it’s only acceptable to fuck the rich fuckboys?” The words landed sharper than Tessa meant them to.

A flicker of something crossed Kaelani’s eyes. She turned back to the sink, busying her hands, but the heaviness lingered in her chest.

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