Author name: Hauda.A

Three months after Olive’s great escape, the shop expansion was complete. Jo stood in her new office space, surrounded by […]

The day after Olive’s great escape, Jo’s doorbell started ringing. And didn’t stop. First was Anderson Alcott, holding a package.

Everything was going perfectly. The shop expansion was underway. Jo had started moving her work setup to the new space.

Marissa left town, and Jo felt like she could breathe again. Things returned to normal. Logan stayed over most nights.

Jo tried not to think about Marissa. She really tried. But her brain had other plans. For two days, she

Jo was having a great day. Client loved her latest designs. Olive was being remarkably well-behaved. Logan had texted her

Jo woke up to sunlight streaming through her window and Logan’s arm heavy across her waist. For a moment, she

Jo spent the entire next day rehearsing. “I love you.” Too abrupt. “Logan, I think I’m in love with you.”

“I need you to trust me,” Logan said over the phone. “That’s never a reassuring way to start a conversation,”

The annual building barbecue was, according to Anderson Alcott, “mandatory fun for community bonding.” Jo had been dreading it since