Page 28 of Falling for the Grumpiest Protector

"Enjoy your coffee empire."

I turn and walk away.

"I love you," she calls after me.

I lift one hand without turning around. "Questionable!"

I hear her laughing behind me. Unbelievable. I take a sip of my latte. Perfect. At least someone in this town still knows how to behave.

I'm halfway back to Noah when a familiar woman approaches Betty's booth. Emma Whitaker. I remember her from the funeral, and Noah has mentioned her enough times since I came home that I know she's the veterinarian who takes care of half the animals in Oakridge and apparently half the humans by association. She smiles as we pass.

"Morning, Madison."

"Morning."

I keep walking. Under my breath, I mutter something about arrogant farmers and free tomatoes. Emma slows. I don't. Behind me, I hear her reach Betty's booth.

"What was that about?"

There's a pause. I can practically feel Betty looking in my direction.

"The beginning of a long story."

"Should I ask?"

"Later. Coffee?"

"Yes, please."

I shake my head and keep walking. Small towns. I'd forgotten how quickly one conversation can become community property.

At home, Mom is in the kitchen when Noah and I walk in. She looks at the canvas bag.

"You found tomatoes."

"I did."

I set it on the counter. "And apparently half the vegetable stand."