Chapter 45

"What do you know?" Dorothy Hayes shot back, her voice firm and dismissive as she settled into the passenger seat of the borrowed pickup truck. She adjusted her cardigan, refusing to meet her grandson's eyes. Lucas Hayes gripped the steering wheel of Jack Foster's truck, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. "I know that look, Grandma. Are you pulling a fast one on Noah? Sending him all the way to The Daily Grind for desserts when I could have just picked them up on the way?" Dorothy turned...