Victoria asked Luke early the next morning. At Legend’s, Steve had negotiated a hefty price for information on Luke’s whereabouts. The kid drove a tough bargain. Twenty dollars for information she could have gained just by looking down the street. “Yes, and I’m on a deadline. The downtown Christmas parade is next Saturday and the street looks better once the lights are up.” From his perch on the ladder, Luke stapled a string of multicolored lights to the roof of his family’s pharmacy. He didn’t stop or turn to look at her. “Why don’t you take a break for a minute? I brought cinnamon-eggnog lattes,” she tempted him, squinting in the early morning sun reflecting off the roof and extending a cup to him. She knew the combined scent of cinnamon and coffee escaping from the cups was enticing. She took a sip of her own. “Actually, Vic, I need to get this done. I have contractors coming to the store in an hour,”
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