Emma flushed head to toe at his words. “I haven’t either,” she whispered, her belly fluttering. She was so undone by his words she didn’t remember saying goodbye. Falling asleep later, it occurred to her that instead of her night being ruined by one of those random silent calls, Trey’s call had taken her mind off of them.
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The next day dawned gray and rainy. Emma left for work early to stop at Misty Mountain Café for coffee. The café was housed in an old Quonset hut, one of many leftover from World War II when the United States used Alaska for strategic purposes due to its geographic proximity to Asia and Russia. Quonset huts were half circles of corrugated steel, open and airy inside. The owners of Misty Mountain had modernized this one with finished walls and decorative timber bea
