I shake my head. “That wasn’t me.”
He stutters, embarrassed. “Oh, I just thought....”
“No, that was Sierra that did that. She sent the care packages out to you every week.”
“Sierra.” He says her name real slow.
I’m nodding my head as I pour coffee into a to-go mug.
He leans onto the counter. “Where did you say she worked?”
A smile starts to form on my lips, but I try to hide it. “I didn’t. She works at the library. That’s actually where I’m going now. She left her cake, so I was going to take it to her. I’ll be sure to tell her you enjoyed the packages she sent.”
I grab the bag and cup of coffee, but Evan steps out in front of me. “Wait. I’ll take it. I need to thank her myself, I think.”
I shrug like it’s no big deal, but my heart is yammering in my chest. This may just work. I hand the cup and bag over to him. “Sure. Thanks, Evan. It’s good to have you back.”
For the first time since he walked in, he smiles. “Yeah, it’s good to be back.”