Chapter 42

“It’s just after ten,” Michelle said without looking up. Keeping her eyes on her work, she reached for the plate of cookies in front of her and held it out. “Here. This’ll make you feel better.”

It was on the tip of her tongue to protest she felt fine, but one look at Michelle’s strong profile and Emma stopped it from coming. She took the topmost cookie and nibbled at its edge, wishing she could appreciate its delicate flavor. “Did you make these?” she asked, desperate for conversation to distract her from all the bad places her mind kept drifting.

Michelle laughed, like it was a joke. “Oh no, not at all. They’re from my secret admirer.”

Emma’s brows shot up. “I’m assuming you know who the secret admirer is if you’re eating unknown baked goods.”

“Of course, the baked goods are perfectly safe. She owns the shop on the corner.”