Chapter 55

• Sadie hadn’t meant to get nosy — she’d been good all month, busy enough runnin’ Sparrow’s, trustin’ him when he said “got somethin’ cookin’, Bug.” But tonight she couldn’t help it. The hush in her ribs wouldn’t settle, not when Beau kept sneakin’ glances at the sky like it was fixin’ to spill secrets instead of rain.
• So when he showed up at the bakery right before close, boots scuffed, grin tucked up under that hat she loved best on him, she knew somethin’ was comin’.
• “C’mon,” he rasped, leanin’ over the counter, nose ghostin’ her temple when he snagged the last bit of flour off her cheek with his thumb. “You trust me?”