Chapter Twelve
Cade
I forced my feet in the direction of the counter, but damn, I had to make myself walk that way. I knew Amelia was here the second I stepped through the door. I could feel her before I looked over and saw her. I made it to the counter and glanced at the chalkboard mounted on the wall by the cash register. Firehouse Café was an old favorite of mine, well of anyone in town really. Janet served good food and kept the place lively. It didn’t hurt she’d been born and raised in Willow Brook, so she knew pretty much everyone and would help anyone in need. In the seven years I’d been gone, I hadn’t set foot in here a single time during my visits home. It reminded me too much of Amelia. For starters, she’d worked here off and on, but we’d also spent plenty of time here grabbing
