An ass load of baked goods later, we were headed to the storage place. Getting all my stuff out of that maze-like building and packing it into the back of my truck took a while, but we managed, and then we were driving toward the diner.

I hated that I still knew the way there.

And I despised the way Zed quieted as we drove there.

“Now you’re the one being quiet,” I pointed out lightly, as he parked in the lot.

“I figured you wanted some time to think.” He stepped out of the truck, ...