9
Cady woke early the following morning and slipped out before anyone else got up. The autumn air was crisp and cool, her breath creating a fine cloud of mist as she walked Churchill around Garrison. Despite being early, many of the residents greeted her with a smile and a wave when she walked past, and Cady admitted to herself she’d judged the town harshly last night, because of one bigot’s behavior. Worse still had been her own actions, when she’d lost her temper and opened her big mouth.
Now she’d have to face the fallout. Buying some time when she got back to the house, Cady pulled off her jacket and hung it in the mudroom, then slipped off her boots, leaving them standing neatly by the mudroom bench. Just inside the kitchen, she’d spied Harry and Sid sitting at the table, watching h
