Page 75 of Heartbeats & Highways

My heart swam in mush. “She’s beautiful.”

Brooklyn beamed. “She is. But I’m biased.”

The young woman who was watching the register popped into the back. “Oh, hey, Brooklyn. I didn’t hear you come in.”

“Hey, Kendall. I just got here,” Brooklyn replied.

“Evie, Savage is up front,” Kendall said.

I frowned. “He’s here?”

Kendall nodded.

“But I didn’t text him. How did he know I was here?” I asked.

“No idea,” Kendall said.

“Oh, well, I’m not done yet. I have to get this loaf into the oven?—”

“I’ll take care of it,” Brooklyn said. “I just need to make myself a coffee first.”

“I’ll make it for you,” Kendall offered.

“Thanks,” Brooklyn said with a smirk, “but I want to see Evie and Savage in action.”

I raised my brows at her.

“Oh, yeah. In case you didn’t know, you’re kind of famous around here.” She winked.

“What exactly did Brielle and Jazz say about us?” I demanded.

She mimed locking her lips closed, but then grinned. Brooklyn strode out of the kitchen to the front and greeted Savage. With a deep exhale, I followed.

Savage was smiling and nodding, his gaze straying to the baby at Brooklyn’s chest every now and again.

But the moment he saw me, he focused his attention completely on me.

“Hey,” he greeted.

“Hi. How did you know I was here?”

“Homer.”

I bit my lip. “Oh.”

“She’s been in the back baking bread for the last several hours,” Brooklyn explained. “Jazz showed her the ropes.”

“You ready?” Savage asked.

I nodded. “Bye, Brooklyn. Kendall.”

“See ya later,” Brooklyn said with a smile.

I grabbed my purse and folder from the small office and then followed Savage out of the bakery.

“Why didn’t you text me that Homer had given you the day off? I would’ve come and picked you up.”

“I assumed you had stuff to do,” I said. “Plus, I wasn’t ready to go home.”

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