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“Grandma!” She smiled when her grandmother cackled.

“I’m old, honey, but I remember having a man come calling.” She hugged her. “You need a good man.”

“I had one.”

“Yes, and Garrison is gone. He’d want you to move on.”

“I know.” She grinned. “I met a man but haven’t seen him lately. He came into the bar a couple times.”

“Who is he?”

“Liam Flynn.”

“Oh, my. That is one good-looking young man.”

“You know him?”

“Yes. I know the Flynn family. They’re wonderful folks. His sister, JoJo, works at the bakery across the street.”

“Well, I need to go there. Maybe I’ll ask her where Liam’s been. I hope he’s all right.”

“He’s a hardworking man. Liam works his ass off on that ranch. He runs it. He has for a while now. His father, Joseph, had a heart attack, and the doctor told him the stress of running the ranch would kill him if he didn’t let someone else take over. So, Liam did, and it runs like clockwork.”

“I didn’t know that, but how would I? He rarely spoke to me.”

“You need to change that. So, when are you moving into your new place, and where is it?”

“I’m moving into the apartment above the diner. Connie is letting me live there.”

“Connie is a wonderful person.”

“She really is. I can’t wait to move there. It’s a nice little apartment and furnished. I just need to buy a bed.”

“I wish I had one for you, honey.”

“Grandma don’t worry about it. I’ll go to the furniture store later. Now that I know I have a place, I can take my time.”

“Yes-oh, a customer. I’ll see you later, honey. Have a nice day.”

Siobhan kissed her grandmother’s cheek, smiled at the people entering the store, then walked out into the sunshine. She looked across the street to the pink awning of the bakery, Sweet Nothings, and decided she would go inside.

She had to admit she hoped to meet Liam’s sister, but how would she bring his name up?

“God, Siobhan, you sound like a stalker.”

Taking a deep breath, she waited for a break in traffic, crossed the street, and entered the bakery. The smells alone would make her gain five pounds.

She saw the sign for the ticket dispenser, and even though there were only two people in front of her, she removed the ticket and waited.

“Number fifteen,” a woman behind the counter said, smiling.

“That’s me.” Siobhan stepped forward and handed the woman the ticket.

“Hi. What can I get you?”

Siobhan looked at her name tag to see Courtney on it. This was how her luck ran. Of course, his sister wouldn’t be here when she visited the bakery.

“That is a tough question. Could I get a vanilla cupcake with lemon icing?”

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