Chapter 2
BRITTA WAITED UNTIL THE LAST board member had left before she chanced coming down the stairs—she didn’t want to answer one more question about the huge amount they needed to earn for the library. She hefted the remaining posters, probably fifty of them, and mentally strolled through Echo Ridge, thinking of where she might hang them. A tension headache was building behind her eyes, and she didn’t think she could handle one more request for the Harvest Hurrah. Britta clutched her posters and stopped just short of tripping over Emma Turner's darling girls. “Hello, Emma.”
“Hi,” Emma greeted her.
“How are these cute girls today?”
Maryn tilted her head to the side. “We’re still cute.”
Britta laughed.
“Thank you, Miss Britta,” Addison said properly. “I love your hair.”
“Well, tha
