Page 53 of Meet Me on Blueberry Hill

He pulled out his phone, scrolled through his recent calls, and tapped on her name. The call went to her voicemail, and he bit back a groan. He ended the call without leaving a message.

He’d have to figure out something else.

But right now, he needed to meet Hunter Barrett at the bakery to get the equipment he needed to lay the new flooring.

Thoughts of the bakery reminded him of Sadie. And their kiss. And the way he bolted out of the stable.

He owed her an explanation.

His boots pounded against the cobblestone streets as he turned right off Blueberry Boulevard and headed up Main.

His eyes cut to the livery and darkened stables.

Soon, they’ll be full again. Or so he hoped.

He missed the sounds of horse hooves and the clinking of harnesses.

His phone buzzed. He pulled it out of his pocket and read a text from Eliza.

Eliza

Sorry I missed your call. Need something? I have a few minutes.

Instead of responding, he tapped her name and held the phone to his ear.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Busy Lizzie. How’s it going?” He sat on a bench and leaned back against the sun-warmed metal.

“Oh, you know, living up to the name. Another day in the life of being an industrious administrative assistant.”

He couldn’t stop the grin that spread across his face. “Where in the world is Aunt Sally this week?”

“We’re in Pittsburgh, actually. She’s teaching a workshop at a writing conference, so I took advantage of the beautiful weather, and I’m hanging out at Point Park.”

“Isn’t that where the three rivers come together in Pennsylvania?”

“Look who paid attention in geography class. Yes, the Allegheny, the Monongahela, and the Ohio. The park is lovely with this gorgeous fountain.”

“I remember.” He closed his eyes and allowed his memory to pull up an image of the park where he’d stolen away one afternoon for some peace and quiet.

“You’ve been here?”

“Yeah, I’ve been to the ’Burgh several times.”

“Oh, right. For your con?—”

“Listen, I called to ask—do you have any pull with Sawyer Hastings?” He leaned forward and rested an elbow on his knee.

“Sawyer? Absolutely. He’s like a surrogate uncle. Why?”

Asher outlined his plan about offering tours during the festival.

“Ash, that’s brilliant. Let me give him a call and see what I can do.”

“Thanks, Eliza.”

“Sure thing. I’ll get back to you soon.”

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