Chapter 2
MARY ALICE STILL HADN’T retrieved her scarf by Saturday evening. She might be coping with Finn’s hangover or she might simply have been staying inside to avoid the filthy weather. Or maybe she hadn’t realized she’d left it behind. Either way, Chad figured he’d make a personal delivery to return the thing. A bold move. Maybe too bold. But he was a man who went after what he wanted, and he told himself it was the neighborly thing to do. People in Wishful were all about being neighborly. Sure, she didn’t live by him, but in a town of a little over five thousand people, nobody lived far.
He stood on the front porch of her little bungalow and rang the doorbell, the wind and icy rain lashing at his back. Now that he was here, he wondered what he was going to say. He hadn’t much thoug
