CHAPTER SEVEN
Ten minutes later, Sheridan stood in line with Michael at Sweet Caroline’s Café. The scent of brewed coffee and fresh-out-of-the-oven baked goods filled the air. Her nose enjoyed the tantalizing smells, but her stomach was impatient for a snack. She glanced at the people behind her. “It’s more crowded today.”
“It always is on the weekends, but the line is out the door during holidays and the summer.”
She moved forward two steps. “Hope never mentioned that.”
“This is her hometown. She’s used to the crowds, and she works from home, so it probably doesn’t bother her. Lines annoy Von, but he still loves the place, so he puts up with them. At least, according to Marley.”
One good thing about so many customers was the conversations nearly drowned out the holiday music playing.
