Reagan Cantwell couldn’t believe she’d let Missy persuade her out to Steeple Ridge, even if they’d been friends for two decades. She didn’t fit here; she never had. And she was needed badly at the Sports Complex, where a teen softball tournament was set to start the following day. It was Rae’s job to ensure the fifty-five acre outdoor facility was ready for the swarms of people about to descend upon it. That meant no trash on any of the twenty-eight soccer fields, lots of extra paper towels and supplies for the restrooms, stocking and staffing the concession stands, and ensuring the five baseball fields were raked and ready.
She sighed as Ben opened the screen door and stood back, waiting for her to enter. The scent of baking bread and salt met her nose, reminding her that she hadn’t eate
