Chapter Five
Levi
I shouldered through the doorway into Firehouse Café. Warmth and the scent of fresh baked goods washed over me. Firehouse Café was on Main Street in downtown Willow Brook, almost dead center in the middle of town. The café was housed in the town’s original firehouse and had been renovated into a cheery space. The seating area was in the old garage with the garage doors turned into windows overlooking Main Street with Swan Lake—a massive lake and the main tourist draw in town—in the distance. The café was decorated with local artwork. Round tables were scattered in the seating area with the deli and bakery counter to one side.
As usual, the café was busy. From spring through autumn, it was teeming with tourists. Come winter, it stayed busy with locals. The café had out
