Cassie Lenoir had never believed in second chances. Not the kind that crept in on a Tuesday afternoon, smelling of rain and old paper. But then May Cupp walked into her bookshop, shook off her umbrella like a dog shedding water, and said, “I’m looking for a story that doesn’t end the way everyone thinks it will.”
Cassie, behind the counter with a half-shelved stack of romance novels, looked up. “That’s... oddly specific.” cassie lenoir may cupp
The town started talking, of course. Small towns always do. Those two Lenoir and Cupp women, always together. You think they’re...? Cassie heard it in the grocery store. May heard it at the bakery. Neither corrected anyone. Neither confirmed. Cassie Lenoir had never believed in second chances
May grinned. She had a grin that tilted left, like it had a mind of its own. “I’m May. May Cupp. And you’re Cassie Lenoir, formerly of Portland, formerly of a broken engagement, and currently hiding in a town of three thousand people who don’t know your last name yet.” “That’s