Chapter 40

• It didn’t take long — never did in a town this small, where gossip rolled faster than fresh milk through the co-op. By the time the lunch rush cleared out and the pie case sat half-empty, Sadie was behind the counter wiping crumbs she didn’t care about when her phone buzzed loud enough to echo off the glass case.
• CADE. All caps. No chance she’d send that to voicemail — even if Beau’s big palm slid slow along her hip like he might distract her into pretending she didn’t see it.
• She swiped up, put it on speaker, bracing her shoulder into Beau’s chest just so he’d hush and listen.