Cayla was grateful she’d already planned to clear the morning to work on her office. She understood how the gossip train ran in this town. If she’d had client meetings, talk would inevitably have turned to the latest break-in at the bakery, and people would want answers she didn’t have. She didn’t know who would spill the beans, but someone would. Likely customers who showed up to find the bakery closed for the day. Holt hadn’t been home since he left in the wee hours. He and the guys were hard at work on cleanup and repairs and whatever else was necessary to get them back to business as usual. Not that there’d been time to even establish a usual yet.
One thing she and Holt hadn’t discussed in terms of their marriage was finances. It hadn’t seemed necessary when they both thought it would
