CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
Juliet steered Ole Blue down Main Street. The lone stoplight in town turned red, and she slowed to a stop. Our laughter subsided to an occasional snort and giggle. I wiped the tears from my eyes and glanced out the passenger window. I spotted Clint walking into Maybe Baby, the new boutique baby store.
“ Pull in to that parking spot up ahead,” I demanded.
“ What’s up?” Juliet pulled the car into the parking spot a few buildings down from the baby boutique.
“ Clint walked into Maybe Baby Boutique. Doesn’t seem like his kind of store. I want to know what’s up,” I said and peered through the windshield of the convertible trying to glimpse Clint inside the store.
“ We could get out of the car and go in there like normal people,” Juliet suggested.
“ No way!” I
