“Oh,” the voice laughs. “Thank you so much. Have a good day.”
“You too!” The woman behind the counter says. “I’ll have more freshly baked for you tomorrow.”
I make it to the front of the bakery just as I see a blonde woman in a hoodie making her way out.
“You really are the best,” she calls back, pushing the door open with her back.
“What was that woman’s name?” I ask the girl behind the counter.
She looks at me with wide eyes. “Excuse me?”
“The blonde girl who just left. You said her name was Lexi, right?”
“I...” she blinks. “Umm. I don’t feel comfortable answering that,” she murmurs. “Your order is ready.”
I want to demand she tell me, but I know if I do, it’s just going to get us kicked out of this town.
“Thanks,” I mutter, taking the coffee and pound cake from her before rushing out the door.
I look both ways down the road, but I don’t see her.Fuck!
“What’s wrong?” Sloane asks as I jog back over to him.
“Did you see her?” I demand.
“Her who?” He frowns.
“The blonde girl.”
“The one that just left the bakery?”
“Yes, her.” My eyes widen. “Where did she go?”
“Babe, what's going on?”
“What way did she go?” I growl.
“That way, why?” He points to his left down the street.
“Come on.” I open the truck door and place our stuff on the seat before closing it.
“Aiden, if you get us kicked out of this town before we find Lexi, I’m going to kill you,” Sloane grumbles, following after me as I jog back across the street.
“That’s the thing, I think we found her.” My pace is quick, not wanting to lose her with the head start she already has on us.
“Wait, what?”
“I was on my way out of the bathroom when I heard the woman behind the counter say the name Lexi. When I got to the main part of the shop, there was a blonde woman leaving. A blonde woman named Lexi.”
“Okay, okay. That's a good thing,” Sloane says, sounding a little more hyped up. “But there could be more than one Lexi in this town.”
“True, but this is a start.”
Sloane comes to my side. “So what, we just stalk the poor girl? Because that's going to go well for us.”
“No,” I mutter, shooting him a glare. “We ask for a moment of her time. I’m sure if I can get close enough to her and get a good look at her face, I’ll notice if she exhibits any similarities to the photo we have.”
“A photo of her at eighteen, though. She’s older now.”
