Chapter 9

The morning following their night together, Megan struggled to stay focused in the bakery. She was infinitely thankful that Jubilee had the day off, otherwise she knew the girl would interrogate her mercilessly about her brother staying the night. Not that Megan would’ve volunteered that information, but nothing in Fair Haven stayed a secret longer than maybe one day, if not two, if you were lucky.

Megan glanced outside to where Caleb stood on patrol. Her body heated—only from looking at his back!—and memories assailed her with such thoroughness that she didn’t hear the customer clearing his throat the first time. Or the second time.

“Ma’am,” the man said. “You okay?”

She almost dropped the pastry in her hand, and a bright blush bloomed on her cheeks. Flustered, she muttered, “I’m fine. Sorry. Here’s your Danish.”

The man nodded slowly. “Great. How about that coffee, too?”

Megan restrained herself from hitting her forehead against the counter. Get it together!

Although she contin