Under Attack

The next week Miguel went with Gemma for her doctor's appointment, and she insisted that they stopped at a pastry shop to get pastries.

"I thought you said they make you want to puke?" Miguel asked her as he pulled up in front of a pastry shop.

"Not today, I feel like taking doughnuts, lots of them," she said giggling like a child.

Miguel chuckled. "Trying to figure you out is seeming impossible. One minute you don't want this, and the next minute you are dying to have it," he said slowly shaking his head.

Gemma shrugged. "I wish I could pity you," she said as she got down from the car.

"I don't need your pity," Miguel groaned as he came out to meet her.

"Good. Because I don't feel any for you."

Gemma walked up to the counter to make her order, while Miguel was behind her, he kept looking around taking note of everyone who was inside the pastry shop to make sure that the place was safe.