I gripped the door handle tighter. “I’m sure. I’m supposed to be at work. I don’t know anything about Will’s cases.” I looked at him pointedly, studying his face so I would remember it. I was getting more suspicious by the second, and I wanted my dad. I hurried inside the shop shutting the door firmly. I quickly sent texts to my father and Cade, then to Trevor. I watched from the window as he threw his cup away and left. I should have asked his name, damn it.

“Lily!” I jumped a foot after Rose yelled excitedly and hurried out of the kitchen door to bombard me with questions. “Are you and Luke together? What happened over there? Tell me!” I pushed down my bad feelings about the weirdo outside. I didn’t want to worry Rose or involve her in it.

“We’re going to take it slowish, sort of, probably. Tell everyone for me, so I don’t have to answer a million questions,” I only halfway joked.

Rose could keep a secret if I asked, but she had a huge mouth if something was free to share. I was glad I’d told her first, well, second. Ash was first, but he wouldn’t tell anybody anything unless you pried it out of him. Telling Ash didn’t count, he was a vault.

She hugged me and kissed my cheek, then ran off with her phone. “I’m so happy for you. I’ll text everyone,” she said before shutting herself in Violet’s office.

I finished tying my apron and stood in front of the counter. I couldn’t help but wonder why Violet wanted me to work here. Finn and Nick always had everything under control. I watched as they hustled and bustled behind the counter while Violet directed it all with military precision. She winked at me when she caught me staring with my mouth open.

“Want a coffee, Aunt Lily?” Finn asked between customers then passed me a scone. I took a bite. Ooh, peach.

“Sure, but I can make it.” I started to go behind the counter, but Nick passed me an iced coffee.

“Vanilla, decaf, iced, right? Take a break, Aunt Lily, we got it,” he said. Wow. I had the best nephews.

“Thanks,” I said and took a sip. “I feel like all I do here is drink coffee and take breaks,” I muttered.

They looked at each other and laughed.

At the end of my shift—on which I did very little actual work—Luke walked in. “Lily, can we pick up the kids together? I’m done for the day,” he said as he lifted me by the waist and kissed me. My brain turned to mush once he touched me. All thoughts of “slow” darted out of my head as I enjoyed the rush his touch gave me.