want with Caro. But you should know she has a lot of people who care about her, including a six-foot-four cousin who is built like a brick shithouse and sees her as a little sister.”
The baker surprised me with a small smile. “Aye, I’m aware Roane Robson would have my head if I caused that lass any more hurt than she’s already found. I just wanted to speak with her about a work opportunity.”
It was almost on the tip of my tongue to dress him down for coming to Caro now that she’d proven herself popular on Market Day, when he’d rejected her before. I bit back the snark and gave him a sharp nod. “I’ll let her know you’re looking to speak with her.”
“My thanks.” He moved toward the door and then glanced back at me. “You seem like a nice lass, and Penny is a friend of mine . . .”
“Yes?”
“I don’t know who started the rumor, but it’s milled its way out of The Alnster Inn and found its way among the villagers.”
My heart began to race. “What rumor?”
“A lot of the village try to shop local when they can, and always buy and order books through Penny. Rumor out of The Alnster Inn is that in Penny’s absence, you’ve upped the price of books that are already more expensive than what people can get online.”
My lips parted in affront. “That’s a blatant lie. The prices are the same. Plus, I’m offering my charity discount. Everyone knows that.”
“Aye, well, I know Penny counts on parents ordering books here for their kids when they go back to school after the holidays, so you might want to see about killing that rumor before it takes on a life of its own.”
“Why would anyone lie about that?”
Tony grimaced. “You decided to settle down awhile, that makes you a villager, and you made your choice clear.”
“My choice?”
“Milly.”
Just like that it dawned on me what Tony was getting at. “The village feud?” I huffed. “Seriously? Isn’t this all a little over-the-top, immature nonsense?”
He chuckled. “Oh, aye . . . but this is also one of the smallest villages on the Northumberland Coast. If drama can be found to spice up life, you’ll be sure people will mine that stuff for decades.”
“I came here for peace and quiet.” I threw my hands up in disbelief.
Tony grinned. “Aye, you’ll find that here too. On the beach. At sunset. When no other bugger is around.” With a nod he strode out of the store, and I was left there fuming with my hands on my hips.
Had West Elliot started a petty rumor just because I failed to frequent his premises?
Well, that was about to change! That evening, when it was busy, when I knew more locals would be in the pub, I was going to march in there and set them all straight.
* * *
• • •
Truthfully, I’d felt a lot braver this afternoon when I was planning my onslaught.
As I stepped inside, some of that bravery fled. Although not as busy as The Anchor, most tables were filled and many of the stools at the bar were occupied.
The Alnster Inn was darker, more atmospheric than The Anchor. In all honesty, its low, dark-beamed ceilings and Tudor walls were very charming. The floors were dark wood, as were the simple tables and chairs. Two large circular iron chandeliers hung from the low ceiling with at least ten candle flame bulbs on each.
The lights were cool but lethal for someone of my height. I ducked my head to avoid one as I made my way across the pub floor. I felt only a few pairs of eyes on me, some of their faces familiar enough for me to recognize them as locals.
Behind the bar was Lucas Elliot. He was pouring a pint as I approached, but his gaze was trained to me like a hawk. Drawing to a stop at the bar top, I held his open stare.
There was sharp intelligence in that mossy-green gaze.
“Can I help you?” he asked.
“I’m looking for your dad.”
Lucas shook his head. “He’s not on shift tonight.” His eyes narrowed. “What do you want with my dad?”
Two men sitting at the bar turned to look at me. With suspicion.
Ignoring them, I focused on Lucas. “I heard someone at this inn is spreading tall tales about my book prices. I’d like it to stop.”
Lucas smirked. “Why the hell would anyone here care about the price of your books?”
The men snickered.
I bristled. “Look,