bought her a ring. The entire scenario still made him sick to his stomach.
“So, you flew all the way out here from New York to… what? See if the rumors were true?” If his father thought that Jack finally doing something with the property meant he’d forgiven him—or worse, wanted anything to do with the company—he was in for a surprise.
“Jack, I’m living in LA now. I thought Lucy told you.”
“Lucy? Why would she know anything about it?”
She stared at him with a puzzled expression. “Because we’re working together. We have been for several months. Honestly, Jack, I thought you knew.”
Every light, color, and sound blurred together as her words trampled over him.
And in that moment, Jack wasn’t sure if he knew anything anymore.
Chapter 17
Sunlight tiptoed through the gap in the curtains, tempting Kat to greet the new day. With a groan, she yanked the covers over her head, refusing to stir from the comfort of the silky soft sheets.
Today, she’d committed to meet up with Jack to finish the display. But how could she face him after how she’d behaved last night? He’d tried to reconnect after his conversation with Ashley, but Kat had avoided him, an immature reaction at best.
Seeing Jack with his ex had forced her to confront the depth of her feelings for him. Not to mention the foolishness of falling for someone who lived hundreds of miles away. What was she thinking?
Clearly, she wasn’t. And that was the problem.
The tantalizing aroma of Belgian waffles wafted into the bedroom, reminding Kat that she’d promised Trudy she’d join them for breakfast.
After shoving the covers aside, she hastily dressed and trudged down the staircase, attempting to rouse a dollop of enthusiasm.
“Good morning, dearie!” Trudy set a glass jar of homemade strawberry preserves on the artfully arranged dining table brimming with enough food to feed Santa’s entire workshop. “We’re thrilled you could join us.”
As Kat eased herself onto one of the floral-upholstered dining chairs, she noticed the smiling couple sitting across from her.
“Kat, I’d like you to meet Elle and Graham Dalton.” Trudy’s delight was evident in the soft creases around her eyes. “They first stayed with us last spring, and I told them they simply had to come back at Christmastime.” A timer trilled, and she clapped her hands. “The muffins are ready!”
As Trudy dashed into the kitchen, the pretty young woman smiled warmly at Kat. “Trudy made Christmas in Poppy Creek sound so idyllic, we couldn’t think of a better place to spend our honeymoon. Plus, we’re also here for a friend’s wedding.”
Great. Newlyweds. Just what she needed when her heart felt like it had been trampled by a herd of reindeer. “Congratulations.”
“Thank you. Coffee?” Elle passed her a ceramic carafe.
“Yes, please.” Kat filled her mug to the brim, ignoring the way the couple subtly leaned toward each other as though their chairs weren’t close enough already. Or the way Graham kept casting adoring glances in his wife’s direction as if the way she buttered her toast deserved a standing ovation.
She stared down at her own plate of perfectly plump and golden waffles. Who would’ve thought such a mouthwatering meal could leave her feeling so melancholy?
“So, Kat,” Elle began, apparently intent on small talk. “Trudy says you’re in town visiting your sister.”
“Yes, I am.” For some reason, the ability to make lively conversation had escaped her.
“How long are you staying?” Graham asked, scooping a heaping spoonful of strawberry preserves onto his generous stack of syrup-soaked waffles.
“That’s… undecided.”
The newlyweds exchanged a confused glance as Kat sipped her coffee.
“She’s on a treasure hunt,” Trudy announced with a grand, mysterious air as she placed a basket of warm poppyseed muffins in the center of the table.
Kat sputtered, wiping the dribbles of coffee off her chin with the back of her hand. “How did you know that?”
“It’s a small town, dear,” Trudy said as though it explained everything.
“A treasure hunt? How fun.” Elle sounded intrigued.
“With a map?” Graham asked.
Kat shook her head. “Riddles, actually.”
“I love riddles.” An older man with thinning silvery hair and tanned sun-wrinkled skin burst from the kitchen carrying a tray of sizzling sausage and bacon. Although they hadn’t officially met, Kat recognized him as Trudy’s husband, George. “Can you share one of the clues with us?” He sat at the head of the table, while Trudy took the chair to his right.
“Sure.” Kat wouldn’t turn down extra help. And luckily, this one had been easier to memorize. “The most recent one is ‘A tale as old as