“Can I borrow a cup of sugar?"
The voice came from right behind Jared. A woman. Normally Jared would have heard anyone sneaking up on him, but he'd been so preoccupied with his bike that he hadn't heard someone coming toward him where he was crouched on his driveway.
Hands still in the engine, without turning around, Jared asked, “What're you making?"
“Apple pie."
He nodded his approval and turned to look at the woman whose voice was sweet as pie. His eyebrows went up in surprise as he got a good look at his next-door neighbor. Little Amy Funk, all grown up.
He straightened from his crouch to get a better look at her. She was short, her head barely higher than his own, and he was still kneeling on the cement. Her shiny black hair was piled on top of her head in a messy bun and her e
