When Bliss’ eyelids started to droop and she gave their familiar three-fingered “help” signal, Granger took charge of helping Carly pack up. Leaving Bliss napping on the terrace, he walked Thomas and Carly to the front door.
“Think about it,” Thomas told him in a low voice. “This a very serious offer. It may not be the kind of money you’re used to, but—”
Granger abruptly cut him off. “Money’s not the issue. I’ll get back to you. It requires some thinking.”
It actually didn’t require that much thinking. He’d love to become the first ever constable of Lake Bittersweet. Thomas had made a thoroughly convincing case that the town needed someone like him, especially in the summer.
But Bliss had never said one word about wanting to actually live in Lake Bittersweet. Her life was based in New
