Two weeks, three lunches, a breakfast, two dinners/playdates for Moxie and Oscar, and a handful of random stop-ins on both sides were more than enough to link Misty’s name with Denver’s in the local gossip pool. Just that morning, Essie Vaughn, sniffer outer of all brewing romances in Eden’s Ridge, had been in Moonbeams and Sweet Dreams asking for confirmation that they were dating. Misty hadn’t known what to say because Denver hadn’t made a single move. She knew she hadn’t misinterpreted things that first night at dinner. The man was interested. But he hadn’t acted on it, and she couldn’t figure out why. This was not a friend thing they had going on here. Well, they were becoming friends, certainly. She now knew he’d played in a rock band in college, that he was a closet Star Trek fan, an
