Chapter Fifteen
Maisie
I skipped over a puddle and pushed through the door into Firehouse Café, the bell above jingling as I stepped through. I paused and glanced around. The place was packed. For the locals, good food and coffee were always here, so it was a central social gathering spot. In the summers, the place practically hummed with the addition of tourists. Throw in a rainy day and the tourists who would usually be outside hiking, biking, fishing, hunting or more were looking for somewhere dry to be.
Smack in the middle of Willow Brook on Main Street, Firehouse Café was housed in the town’s original fire station. The tall square building had been renovated with the old garage turned into the seating area for dining and an open style bakery and kitchen towards the back. The fire p
