Lexie poured fresh coffee into the mug on the counter and took a sip. She’d been drinking coffee since Killian left and by now probably had a caffeine high she’d never come down from. But at least she wasn’t crying any more. She’d pulled on shorts and an old shirt five sizes too big for her, pulled her hair into a ponytail, and cleaned up the kitchen. Later, before she opened the shop, she’d clean up the mess from the flowers, but at the moment, she hadn’t been able to tackle it. Then, ...