Chapter 2Evangeline didn’t let me know that she’d made contact with her friend’s neighbor. I’d figured it would take a few days. But it turned out she must have gone right over there, and been convincing, because the next day I was at work at the café when Joelle stuck her head into my office. I was absorbed in the inventory, trying to figure out what I needed to put in this week’s order, so it took a minute for me to realize she was there. Usually the front-end staff used a chime to let me know I was needed up front, so the fact that she had come in search of me was telling.
“You have a visitor.” She blinked at me, her brown eyes wide.
I frowned. “What do you mean?”
“A guy is here, asking for you?” Her tone conveyed that she thought I was being stupid, and maybe I was, but to be fair,
