Chapter Nineteen
The rest of Thanksgiving might as well have been a third-grade reenactment of the landing of the Pilgrims; it was all a blur to Maya.
Rune was in love with her? And he’d come right out and said so, on the very night that she’d seen Jerome for the first time since he’d incinerated her heart?
It was too much to take in.
The Sweet Harbor Bakery was toasty warm, filled with the aromas of roast turkey and sage. The only sign of the storm outside was the occasional burst of sleet pattering against the windows. All the Café tables had been pushed together to form one long banquet table. Everyone else had finished eating and had pushed back their chairs to relax.
Her father and Darius were getting their instruments tuned up; fiddle and standing bass, respectively. After Harri
