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AARON
“Sara?”
What was Sara Baldwin doing in the break room among half-finished knitting projects, the remains of a pineapple upside-down cake, and Darla’s cat? She looked skittish, shifting from foot to foot as if she might bolt out the back door at any moment.
“I’m not supposed to be here.”
“Then why are you here?”
“I told Parker I needed to pick up more watercolour paints. Uncle EJ said I should buy them mail order from now on, but as long as he doesn’t find out…”
“We won’t tell him you’re here,” Brooke assured her. “Will we, Aaron?”
“Our lips are sealed. Why are you here?” I asked again.
“I wanted to warn you. About Easton.”
Sara was definitely the more worried out of the two women. Was she always this jumpy? I hadn’t spent much time with her in the past, but Brooke used t
