building. Vanessa snapped photos of the display case while Edward watched me the way he used to when he was waiting for me to make a mistake. They ordered two coffees and two cinnamon rolls.
When I set the plates down, he looked up at me with that familiar half-smile.
“Grandma Rose’s recipe? Hope you didn’t ruin it.”
I held his gaze. “Enjoy.”
Then I walked away before he could see my hands shake.
A few minutes later, I was carrying coffee to another table when something pulled at the corner of my eye.
A few minutes later, I was carrying coffee to another table when something pulled at the corner of my eye. Vanessa lifted her oversized purse onto the table, placing it just so—right in front of her plate, blocking the view from the counter. Edward leaned forward. His hand moved. He pulled something from a folded
