No matter their disagreements, Logan and his dad always met up for bacon, eggs, and home fries served up sizzling on a cast-iron plate, washed down with a giant glass of orange juice on the side. The food made up for whatever the conversation lacked. “Look what the cat dragged in.” His father shot a dirty look toward the door. “You’d think she’d have sense enough to stay away from where she’s not wanted.” Miranda stood chatting with Ruby Sue in front of the cash register. If he’d thought she was hot while she fired daggers from her eyes at him at the bank, he’d been a fool. Watching her laugh with Ruby Sue, there was a confident lightness to her that amped up her beauty even more. The last time he’d seen her so relaxed and happy had been in the back of his truck before Mr. Cooper had found them and started the town talking. The whispers hadn’t been kind, but his father had put him on lockdown immediately. Still, he should’ve found a way to come to her defense.
