Boutique

Clint grins and nods. “Yep. Feels like it’s been a week though.” He nods towards the kitchen. “Want me to get you some coffee?”

Cindy looks down. “Me too…”

The delivery man turns around, halfway back to his truck. “Yeah, it’s Reynolds Boutique over in Myersville. Usually don’t make deliveries this far out, but whoever left the payment left enough to cover the gas.” He tips his hat. “Have a good day!”

By now, Austin is on his feet, hearing only half the conversation, and he waits expectantly for Katie to return.