Chapter 45

• Sadie had flour on her cheeks again — always did by mid-morning. She’d given up tryin’ to brush it off after Beau told her he liked the look of her all dusted up like sugar just waitin’ for him to lick off.
• Beau was hunched over the old register, cussin’ soft under his breath while he punched at the buttons like they’d personally insulted him. Sadie leaned across the counter, grinnin’ so wide her cheeks hurt.
• “You break it again,” she teased, “I’m puttin’ a swear jar out for you. One you ain’t allowed to dip into for beer.”