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and give me your new number as soon as you have one.”
    “I’ll try.” Sierra nipped at her lower lip, wishing they could talk freely as they used to. “I miss you.”
    “Promise me you’ll call.”
    “I will,” Sierra assured her sister and then disconnected.
    Regardless of Piper’s wishes, Sierra knew better than to keep a cell phone too long. She had chosen a random North Dakota area code for this phone, but didn’t believe Kevin was scouring that state looking for her. He was too cunning.
    If she stayed much longer, she risked Kevin finding her. If she left, she risked running out of money. “Lord, guide me. I’m stuck, and I don’t know what to do.”
    Determined to put her worries aside, Sierra re-entered the bakery, inhaling the familiar scents of fresh dough and sweet treats.
    “If I have to glaze one more donut…” Allie’s voice drifted from the kitchen.
    Sierra stuck her head inside. “I can do that for you if you’d like,” she offered, but hoped Allie would decline. She had already spent several hours in the kitchen and looked forward to interacting with customers, which tended to keep her mind off of Kevin and their ill-fated relationship.
    “Thanks for the offer.” Allie peeked up. “But, I’ve already started. Would you mind opening and covering the counter? I’ll be out when I’m finished.”
    “All right.” Sierra walked to the front and plugged in the neon ‘open’ sign. She unlocked and propped open the door allowing the fresh, early morning breeze inside. Within minutes, she’d sold two cranberry muffins, six cups of coffee, and a generous sized piece of strawberry shortcake.
    After talking with one long-winded customer, Sierra turned to make a fresh pot of coffee, but stilled when Chase sauntered through the door, his long black overcoat swishing around his legs. He wore the same tattered sweatpants, T-shirt and worn shoes as he’d had on the day before. But, she paid particular attention to his tired smile and weary eyes.
    “Didn’t get much sleep last night?” Sierra’s throat constricted at the inane question. Of course he hadn’t slept well. He’d probably crashed on cold cement in a wet alley. She offered an apologetic smile.
    Chase approached the counter. “Some nights are better than others.”
    Sierra’s heart fluttered, its rhythm offset by Chase’s smooth baritone voice. She hadn’t noted his rich, soothing tone the night before, and the sensation took her off guard. She busied herself wiping up crumbs, taking no mind as to where the morsels fell.
    Allie glided behind the counter, her blonde hair flowing in her wake. “Donuts are done.” She turned kind eyes toward Chase. “Mr. Price. It’s good to see you. I wanted to thank you again for fixing the back security light. Are you sure I can’t pay you?”
    “You two know each other?” Sierra looked between the two.
    Allie opened the register and sorted through bills, not counting, but aligning the various faces upright. “Mr. Price noticed the light was out behind the building. Said it was dangerous to park out there without proper lighting. I hadn’t been able to get the thing working since I bought the place five years ago and had never gotten around to hiring someone.” Finished sorting the money, Allie selected a bill and shoved the register closed. “He repaired it for me.” She held the twenty out toward Chase. “At least take this. You more than earned it.”
    Chase hid his hands and dipped his head. “No payment is necessary. It was my pleasure.”
    Allie sighed, stuffed the bill in her pocket and picked up a long-handled broom. “You’re a blessing to have around, Mr. Price.”
    Sierra stepped aside as Allie swept. “Chase saved my life last night. He pushed me clear of a speeding car.” She neglected to mention she’d carelessly stepped in front of it.
    “Really?” Allie stilled.
    “I’m glad I was able to get there in time.” Chase’s smooth tone lowered. “It