Page 114 of Huckleberry Hill
“No, you told me he picked you up and hauled you out of there. I want to know what made Declan have a personality transplant. He’s normally so good-natured. Unflappable.”
“Well, he was flapped last night.”
“Clearly.” She fell silent, obviously waiting for me to talk.
I sighed. “Two nights ago, we kind of got into a fight. Not a fight, but a disagreement, and I left his cabin and slept in my own bed.”
“Hmm? What was the fight about?”
“I think it was about feelings,” I said.
“And that you’re feeling them?”
My gaze narrowed. “You think I’m catching feelings?”
“Aren’t you?”
“Yeah, I am.” I groaned. “I don’t want to, though.”
“There’s what we want and then there’s reality.”
“You’re a regular fortune cookie.”
“Just for that, you get to buy me a cruller.”
Muddy drove us downtown and found a spot outside Sweet Teeth. She parked and we hopped out of the truck. I held the bakery door open for a couple who was exiting just as we were about to go inside, and then Muddy and I entered.
Gracie was behind the counter, and she waved when she saw me but then began tending to the people in front of us.
When we stepped up to order, Gracie said, “Good morning, ladies. How are you doing today?”
“We’re doing great,” Muddy said. “How’s Bella feeling?”
“She recovered quickly. Unfortunately, Cole got the crud and he’s at home,” Gracie said. She looked at me. “Sorry I bailed the other night.”
“Completely understandable,” I said.
“We need to go out and catch up. Really catch up. I think you have things to tell me,” she said with a wide grin.
I frowned. “Do I?”
“You do.” She nodded. “Didn’t Declan hoist you over his shoulder and cart you out of the Wagon Wheel last night?”
I blinked. “How did—did Wade go around telling everyone my business?”
“Wade? Why would Wade be the one to tell me that?” Gracie asked.
“Because he and I were hanging out when it happened.”
I glanced at Muddy, whose expression had gone completely blank. But I could see the gears turning in her head.
“If Wade wasn’t the one who told you, who did?” I asked.
“My egg delivery guy,” she said.
“Your egg delivery guy is from Silver Springs?”
She nodded. “He was at the Wagon Wheel last night. Said it was the most excitement he’d seen in a while.”
