Chapter 15 Loving Alyssa Bennett

• Sage's Point Of View
• Alyssa stood in the doorway, her copper curls windblown and her green eyes wide as they met mine. For a moment, we just stared at each other, the bustle of the bakery fading into background noise.
• Then Alyssa squared her shoulders and marched up to the counter, her expression a mix of determination and wariness. "We need to talk," she said, her voice low enough that only I could hear.