Chapter Twenty-Five
Grace
I took a bite of the cinnamon roll and let out a moan. “Oh my God,” I said as a chewed, not even caring how rude that was. “Your cinnamon rolls are the best, Nancy.”
Nancy smiled, patting my shoulder as she passed the table. “You look like you needed one this morning, hon. That one’s on the house.”
Wake & Bake Café was bustling. It was only six in the morning, but the early morning crew was out in force. In between bites of the buttery cinnamon deliciousness, I sipped my rich coffee and scanned the room. The café had soft cream colored walls and tall windows that let in plenty of sunlight to cast a warm glow on the wide plank hardwood floors. It was a warm, open space. I contemplated that Nancy had noticed I wasn’t in the best mood.
After that stupid scene th
