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He stands, adjusting his cufflinks with that maddening calm. “Then don’t mistake quiet for absence. Sometimes it’s just the sound of someone learning how to speak.”

Before I can reply, he tips his head toward Quinn at the counter. “Put his drink on my tab.”

She snorts. “You don’t have a tab.”

He grins. “Then start one.”

By the time I look up, he’s gone.

I stare out the window, thinking about that night—the way the coin warmed in my hand before I tucked it into the small pocket inside her bag. It was the right thing to do.

Either way, I keep writing.

Because when she’s ready, she’ll know where to send her words. Or mine will bring her home.

I stare out at Main Street, thinking of that night—the coin warming in my palm before I slid it into the small pocket inside her bag. It was the right call. Either way, I keep writing. When she’s ready, she’ll know where to send her words.

Or mine will bring her home.

My phone dings—Sam. For half a second, I wonder if this is about the apartment leak Quinn mentioned earlier. The town’s timing borders on the supernatural sometimes.

Sam

I need a favor.

Sure. What’s up?

Sam

You know how Laila did that feature around the wedding?

Yeah…

Sam

I’m all booked, and she’s here.

My palms go damp.

At the B&B?

Sam

Yes, and I’ve got nothing.

What about your brothers’ place? Is it booked?

I know it isn’t—they were just remarking this morning how weird this lull is, especially before the holiday rush. An uneasy pinch settles between my shoulders.

It’s wide open.

Sam

Can you come get Laila? Take her out there?

Maybe swing by the farm first. Ella’s chomping at the bit.

The Magic Carriage app isn’t pulling any rides either.

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