Chapter Thirty-One
Amelia
I kicked the dirt off of my boots before pushing through the swinging door into the Firehouse Café. Lucy was right behind me with the distinctive thump of her boots hitting the edge of the threshold. The rain had thwarted our work schedule for the day, so we’d come here for a late lunch.
Once we ordered and were seated with hot coffees to warm our nearly numb hands, I leaned back in my chair with a sigh. “Damn. Summer’s nice, but when it rains, summer disappears.”
“Summer in Alaska only counts when the sun’s out. Otherwise, it’s not summer,” Lucy replied firmly before taking a gulp of her coffee.
Lucy’s wide blue eyes coasted over me, her gaze assessing. “Okay, what’s up?” she asked sharply.
“Huh?” I returned reflexively. I knew Lucy could sense I wasn’t doi
