He made his way to Gracie’s and received a beaming smile and a free cup of coffee from Owen, who was proudly manning the coffee cart in front of the shop. “Gran’s so happy, Jefferson Lee. She thought this was a great idea. Thanks for helping me.” “Not a problem. There’s not much I wouldn’t do for a great cup of coffee.” The line had a dozen or so customers, so Owen hurried back to serving them. The kid’s smile never faded. Jefferson wandered the route for a couple of hours before he finally found Zane. “Been looking for you,” the sheriff scolded. “Yeah?” “Yeah. I’m done for the day. Told my guys that if they called me for anything short of a dead body, heads would roll.” Jefferson let out a dramatic sigh. “You do realize you’ve cursed us, right? Someone’s gonna die, and it’ll be all your fault.” Zane snorted and wrapped his arm around Jefferson’s shoulders. “You want to head to my place?” Yeah, he really did. He looped his arm around Zane’s waist.
