Trent’s gaze got drawn to the Michaels Construction truck as he strode toward the front doors of the community center. Trucks and trailers crammed into the drop-off lanes, but Lauren’s was right up front, with both the driver’s side and the passenger doors open. The back held more wood sticking out in odd angles than Trent had ever seen.
His pulse quickened at the thought of seeing Lauren. Though he saw her nearly every day and had for weeks, every time they could talk was a welcome experience. After his shift tonight, he was taking Porter to see his parents in Bell Hill, so he wouldn’t get to see Lauren at dinner that night.
His mother was making turkey, mashed potatoes, and pumpkin pie, because he’d been invited to Mabel’s for Thanksgiving dinner and he’d accepted. The Chief would be t
