"Once I find the dog, I'll let you know."
The man who'd been let in to meet Anderson at the station earlier smiled as he approached the counter. Antonio Franco, bounty hunter.
My-lanta, he looked like a biker and a cop had a baby and then gave him a Harley for his first birthday. If he really had a bike on the street, I might fall in love.
"Large coffee to go," he ordered without even giving a glance at the menu board.
I shook my head but turned to pour his drink. None of the men in this town took time to explore their options. "You want cream or sugar?"
"Black."
Right? Why have a little fun in life?
I topped his drink and turned to ring him up, recognizing my chances of connecting with him were dwindling. If he walked out the bakery door, I might lose my chance and never see h
