Page 5 of Welcome Home to Ivy Falls

He left through the front door, and I scrambled around the chair to clean up the sticky mess. Maisey knelt beside me and sopped up the brown puddle with a rag.

‘Well, that was interesting,’ she said.

‘Yeah, those kids come in when they’re bored, but it’s the first time they’ve acted so out of control.’

‘I wasn’t talking about the kids.’

‘What do you mean?’

She inched back with wide eyes. ‘You didn’t notice?’

‘Notice what?’

‘If that guy’s a stranger, how did he know your name?’

I arched a brow. Pointed to the stitching on my apron.

‘Oh.’ She huffed out a laugh and went back to cleaning up.

Her question stayed with me though. There had been a soft, yet eager, look in his eyes. Like he had wanted to ask a question but was too afraid to speak another word.