Reggie’s first thought was they hadn’t “ended things.” Jake had dumped her with zero explanation. But as her sister’s words sank in, she realized that wasn’t exactly the point.

“Toby as in Toby?” she asked, sitting on the bed. “The Toby I dated in high school?”

“That would be him, yes.”

Toby—she hadn’t thought of him in forever. He’d been her first love, her first boyfriend, her first everything. They’d had a fight, she’d ended things and two days later, he’d taken off, never to return. Or so she’d thought.

“How is he? Have you seen him? He’s been back a year and no one told me?” She tried to remember what, if anything, she’d heard about him. “His grandmother still lives in town, right? And his dad died a couple of years ago.”

“Yes to all that,” Dena told her, looking concerned. “He opened a Judy’s Hand Pies in The Wreath and moved the corporate headquarters to Seattle.”

“What?”

Reggie’s voice was enough of a yelp to cause Belle to raise her head and check for danger. Not finding any obvious threats, she put her head back down.

“He’s in Seattle?”

Dena shook her head. “Mostly he’s here. I think he goes over there every few weeks, but he lives here, with his grandmother, up by String of Lights Park.”

The more well-to-do part of town, Reggie thought absently. “Hey, how do you know so much about him?”

Her sister drew in a breath. “His eight-year-old son, Harrison, is in my class.”

“What?”

Reggie came off the bed and put her hands on her hips. “Toby has a son in your class and you never thought to mention it to me?”

Dena shifted uncomfortably. “I know. It’s bad, huh? I just didn’t know what to say, and when I thought about telling you, it kind of felt like I shouldn’t.”

Too much was coming at her too fast. “So he’s married.”

“No. There’s no wife. Harrison doesn’t say anything about his mom and I haven’t asked. Toby comes to all the parent-teacher stuff. He’s a good dad. He really loves his kid.”

Toby was back and he had a son?

“Wow,” she said, returning to the bed. “I don’t know what to think or say about that.”

“At least it’s not Jake.”

Reggie laughed. “True.”

“He’s a really great guy,” Dena began.

Reggie held up both hands. “Stop, you. No. Just no. Don’t even think about setting me up with someone I used to date in high school.”

She was going to say more, but Dena went pale and seemed to sway a little in her chair.

“What?” she asked, suddenly anxious. “Are you all right?”

Dena shook her head and deliberately slowed her breathing. “Give me a sec. It’s the nausea. Hopefully it’ll pass.”