Chapter Twelve
“You owe me a bottle of twelve year Redbreast if Dottie knows about this,” Maddie said.
She refused to look at him. Instead, she continued to stare out the window like his sister Emma did as a pouty teenager.
“Give it up, Maddie. I’d buy it for you anyway. All you’d have to do is ask.”
She snorted.
Dottie must have been keeping an eye out, because before he’d set the emergency brake, she’d bustled out the front of the diner and around to where they had parked in the side lot.
Blake knew word traveled fast, but this must be a record. From Warren, to Martha, to Dottie… that meant the story was likely to be fairly accurate.
Dottie waited, bouncing on her toes, dishtowel in hand, practically bursting with excitement.
He should buy her two bottles of Irish whiskey for wha
