“I’m not sure, if I’m honest, I kind of blacked out about a minute in. It probably was some medieval torture device, judging by the length of the description,” Jess grinned and looked at Mel, c*****g her head. “Hey, don’t you have a bakery somewhere around here?”
“I do,” Mel said, sending Becky a questioning glance. Becky just shrugged. “How do you know?”
“I came prepared,” Jess half walked, half jogged to her table and with a little difficulty fished a book out of her backpack. Mel adjusted her glasses. There was a black-haired man in a three-piece suit on the cover smiling with all his teeth on display holding a big world map and the title floating in black and gold above his head said, Small Towns With Big Hearts, by Jeff Proove. The cover was finished off with a stroke of scarlet wri
