She climbed into the SUV. The leather interior smelled faintly of cedar and expensive cologne. Leo sat beside her, and the door closed with a heavy, final sound.

As the vehicle pulled away, Leo glanced at the paper bag in her lap. “You wanted a Danish.”

“I had one.”

“You took one bite.”

“I lost my appetite.”

His gaze shifted to the bakery receding behind them. “Who was he?”