Chapter 48

• Noah.
• I didn’t know what to expect when the door chimed. It was late morning, the café half-full with locals sipping lattes and watching the rain come down again. I’d stopped by on a whim. Something had felt off, and caffeine was a good place to chase that feeling away.
• She was standing by the counter, looking calm and composed. She had that polished presence people notice. Her hair was in soft waves, blouse ironed and skirt crisp. She looked like she belonged in a boardroom, not a small-town coffee shop.