Gage rolled up to The Heartwood Inn as he’d done countless times before. This time, though, trepidation had his heart skipping in his chest the way small children did. He wasn’t there to see Sheryl, but he could very easily run into her while on the premises. If he’d have called her before this interview, he probably wouldn’t have to even go through with it.
He’d never met Alissa face-to-face, though he had spoken to her on the phone about the full-time position in the bakery. He already got up before dawn to work on the ferry, and he figured he’d rather get up and bake than get up and stroll around a boat, looking angry all the time.
He stowed his helmet and tugged at the bottom of his shirt. He wore slacks and a button-up; the same type of thing he’d worn to that upscale bonfire weeks
