Rachel didn’t ask any questions. She really didn’t have to, not with the way Autumn slipped in the back door a little before ten, and then passed Rachel on the stairway as the other woman was coming down to begin the process of opening up the store.
“I’ll be down as soon as I can,” Autumn told her, and Rachel only nodded.
“It’s fine. We should be pretty quiet today.”
And that seemed to be the end of it.
There wasn’t any time to wash her hair, but Autumn generally washed it every other day anyway, so the lack of time wasn’t any real hardship. She showered and got dressed as quickly as she could, all the while wishing she had some way she could get hold of Laurel so she could tell her cousin about this momentous development.
She’d spent the night at Michael’s house.
A little shiver wen
