What would people in town consider the second-best place? There aren't many options. "The bakery?"
Graham's steps falter, but just for a second as if he's an engine that missed a click. "That place is a little too friendly."
He says "too friendly" as if that is a bad thing. The bakery is one of my favorite parts of Pelican Bay. Everyone knows everybody else and wouldn't waste a second giving you a helping hand. Even the color scheme is happy.
We stop much quicker than the steps it would require to get to the bakery, which is a good thing because my nose has already started to complain the frostbite will take it right off my face. Graham holds the door open, stepping back and letting me enter the diner first.
One point for a gentleman.
Graham is right. I have spent too much time at the
