CHAPTER 11Sophia Bloodhounds On Espresso The morning sun filtered through the strawberry patch.I crouched low, fingers brushing the warm, dusty leaves, plucking the biggest, juiciest reds—deep crimson, still sun-kissed, smelling sweet-tart and like summer in a single inhale.Noah was going to lose his mind over these.Kid had a strawberry obsession that bordered on clinical.A shadow fell across the row.I glanced up, and there was Tommy—blond hair flopping over his forehead, that too-wide grin he always wore like it was glued on—carrying a plastic grocery bag that looked suspiciously heavy.“Hey, Sophie,” he said, rocking on his heels.I straightened up, my lower back giving a small, protesting pop.Oh shit.“Tommy,” I said, wiping dirt onto my Levi's.“Is that a peace offering, or are you finally delivering that homemade bomb you’ve been threatening the HOA with?” He laughed—too loud, too eager.“Nah, it's a gift. From Chase. He just got back from the coast. Thought you’d like
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