Chapter Thirty
The story broke on Tuesday. It had taken less than forty-eight hours for CiCi's voicemail to fill completely with interview and appearance requests. By Friday, some overly enthusiastic resident had spilled the beans about Trace. To Cecilia's utter relief, Trace had already left for Dodge City when the paparazzi began to arrive by mid-afternoon. By three o'clock Dottie chased them out of the diner. "It's an hour past close, people. There's no story here."
Dottie called after Cecilia as she was hanging up her apron. "Don't you dare run out of here like a scared rabbit. Emma Sinclaire's waitin' in the back office with the crisis bottle and a fresh pie - cherry."
Cecilia made her way to the office and took a seat next to Emma, who offered her a hug. "You doing okay?"
Cecilia
