GRACE POV
Of all the places in this godforsaken village, he had to stop at my best friend’s bakery.
Of course he did.
Because the universe clearly hated me and found creative ways to prove it.
When Sarah popped a steaming mug of coffee in front of me, I sighed—mostly out of relief, partially out of resignation. The woman knew my weakness and wielded it like a weapon.
She had this perfect imported blend I’d never found anywhere else. Dark, rich, smooth, with just the right hint of bitterness. And she refused to tell me where she got it from.
Couldn’t find it even in the fancy cafes in Edinburgh.
“You’ll always have to come home to have the best one,” she’d said once, with that smug grin.
It was blackmail.
Delicious, aromatic blackmail.
I was halfway through my first sip when Conno
