Don't You Forget About Tea

I was the small-town princess cliche in high school. I left to hit it big in Hollywood, only to return home without a shiny golden award. Instead, all I have is an oversized plate of humble pie. No glitz. Zero glam.

Just about everything is the same as when I left Hogwash. Nosy neighbors. Gossip galore. The no stop-light vibe. The only job available is at the Coffee Loft. On the upside, it’s a family affair. Thanks, sis.

The downside, the police deputy is none other than our local juvenile delinquent. Seems he’s grown up and reformed his life. But I don’t expect him to protect me from a cascade of unfortunate events involving my ex, a missing dog, and other, um, things.

Until he does. Now I’m in his debt.

Maybe things have changed, especially how handsome he is in uniform, how polite he is when he stops in for tea, and how I can’t seem to forget about him. Then the past comes back to haunt him, er, us.

Looks like he’s leaving. Meanwhile, I’m stuck here. He says we’ll stay in touch. But I can’t help think he’ll forget about me.