Chapter 43

"You know, Chloe, a man like Noah needs a little nudge sometimes," Dorothy Hayes said, leaning over the counter where Chloe was meticulously assembling a new batch of pressed-flower coasters. "He's been a bachelor a long time. If you were to, say, initiate things… a hug when he comes home, or a kiss on the cheek… it would go a long way." Chloe's hands faltered, the tweezers dropping a tiny dried petal onto the glass. A flush crept up her neck, staining her cheeks a deep pink. "I don't...