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May had a booth selling her sourdough (which was, in fact, spectacular). Cassie was helping with the book stall. At nine o’clock, the crowd thinned, and May appeared with two mugs of mulled cider.

“That’s observation.” May tapped her temple. “Also, your ex-boyfriend’s sister is my dental hygienist. Small world, terrible gossip.” cassie lenoir may cupp

Instead, she laughed too. And then she stepped forward, took May’s free hand, and placed the other on her shoulder. They swayed under the string lights, clumsy and off-beat, and Cassie felt something crack open in her chest—not breaking, but blooming. May had a booth selling her sourdough (which

Cassie, behind the counter with a half-shelved stack of romance novels, looked up. “That’s... oddly specific.” “That’s observation

Cassie Lenoir had never believed in second chances. Not the kind that crept in on a Tuesday afternoon, smelling of rain and old paper. But then May Cupp walked into her bookshop, shook off her umbrella like a dog shedding water, and said, “I’m looking for a story that doesn’t end the way everyone thinks it will.”