Chapter EightKate was in the kitchen baking a new pie recipe when she heard the brass knocker. Expecting Jake for dinner she quickly wiped her hands with the blackberry-stained dishcloth and sprinted for the door. She remembered what Jake and AJ said about not opening her door to strangers, even to the Avon lady who visited women in the small town. If she didn't personally know them, they were not to enter her home.
Kate looked through the peephole Jake installed for her protection. Thank God he was there. The drama of the break-in was slowly receding in her mind. Excited to see him, it showed in her welcome.
With sparkling eyes, she said, “Hello, Jake, I'm so glad you could come over.”
“I wouldn't want to be anywhere else.” He smiled and lightly kissed her cheek.
“You're in for a trea
