Chapter Fifteen
Cammi
I was zooming through a busy morning at the coffee truck. My thoughts were split between wondering when Elias might stop by, my plan to meet at the bank with Susie today to discuss a proposal to purchase Misty Mountain Café, and the text I’d received only moments ago. Truth be told, the text was occupying all my thoughts right now. I just didn’t like admitting it.
Sorry about your tire. Fran knew it was your SUV. I’d love to see you. I’m really sorry about the way everything went down. I never should’ve lied to you.
Stupid f*****g lying Brad-s***h-Joel. Of course, I had blocked the number I knew to be his, but clearly, he’d either gotten a new number, or signed up for some bullshit burner phone. I contemplated reporting him and his wife to the police for property
