I can’t move. I can’t reach him.
We’re both trapped.
The fire is coming.
The heat is rising.
And all I can think is…
Summer.
CHAPTER 17
Summer
it’s Saturday, and the morning dawns gray and brittle, the kind of day where even the air feels restless, anticipating something it cannot yet name. I drop Mia off with Penny, promise to pick her up before dinner, then head to the shop.
I plug in the Christmas tree, turn on the oven, and start the first batch of cookies, filling the bakery with warmth that does not quite reach my bones.
“Morning, sugar.”
Mr. and Mrs. Henigan shuffle in, wrapped in their matching coats, as predictable as sunrise.
“Morning. What can I get you today?” I ask, even though I already know.
They order their usual. Of course.
“That little girl of yours is so sweet,” Mrs. Henigan says as she settles into her chair.“She was walking with Lily the other day and told me about the horseback riding. I wanted to pinch those sweet cheeks so badly, but of course I didn’t.” She bites into her cookie.“I miss my great-grandchildren, you know.”
I tilt my head.“Oh, do they live far?”
She scrunches her nose.“My son never liked the country life. Always wanted the big cities. They are all in Houston now. One of them is graduating in spring.”
Her pride lights her entire face.
“I bet they are coming to visit you this Christmas.” I smile.
“Oh yes, I am already preparing a batch of cookies to freeze for when they get here. And I cannot wait to bring them here and make them taste those delicious hot chocolates you make.”
“I cannot wait to meet them,” I say softly.“You must be so proud.”
The bell jingles and Grace walks in, holding Caleb’s hand. Her smile is bright.
“Hey, Summer. Caleb wanted to have breakfast here today.”
I hug her quickly.“Sure. Sit wherever you like. I will be right with you.”
I take the Henigans their order, then head to Grace and Caleb.
“What can I get you guys?”
They place their order just as more customers walk in.
I am steaming milk for a cappuccino when Cas and Jude walk in. But something is wrong. Cas does not have his usual grin, and Jude looks like he forgot how to breathe.
“Summer,” they say together as they approach.“Can you make us two strong coffees to go? And something to eat?”
I study them.“Is everything alright?”
