Casey took a sip of her coffee, gaze fixed on his face. "I hope you don't mind my sitting here. I mean, I thought maybe we could chat a little. If it's okay with you," she added quickly.
"I don't mind." And he was surprised he didn't. "So." He took a bite of the pastry, giving an appreciative moan. "Tell the baker she has my undying love and affection."
"Yours and everyone else's." Casey chuckled. "So would I be too nosy if I asked the real reason you ended up here? We're not exactly on anyone's tourist map."
Thank god for small favors.
"Just got in the truck and drove. Wanted a place where I could soak up the atmosphere for my book. Connelly seemed to fit the bill."
"So which came first, the place or the plot?"
"The plot, of course." He didn't want to get too specific with her. "But
