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    ALPHA HEART
     
    Emma turned the sign to open and headed into the back of the room to begin filling the glass case with the delicious treats she made. The benefit of owning the only bakery in town was that she was the only place selling fresh bread and baked goods. She was just filling up one of the glass counters along the wall when the bell on the front door rung, announcing a customer.
     
    “I sure hope you have my éclairs, Emma,” announced Mrs. Humphrey. The short and stocky elderly lady made her way into the bakery and took a seat on one of the sofas by the other wall.
     
    “Do I ever disappoint you, Mrs. Humphrey?” Emma chuckled and handed her the box that was already packed and ready to go. Mrs Humphrey had paid a year in advance for the éclairs she picked up every Thursday.
     
    “You’re a kind soul, Emma.” Mrs. Humphrey stood on shaky legs, placed the box carefully in her wheelie basket, and shuffled her way back out of the shop. That’s where Mrs. Humphrey was wrong. She wasn’t a good soul, not since that dreadful night almost six months ago.
     
    The bakery didn’t usually pick up until lunch time, so she headed into the backroom that also served as a kitchen. It had taken Emma nearly five years to save the money to open her own shop after she discovered that most bakeries or restaurants wouldn’t employ her because she hadn’t gone to culinary school. Well, look where she was now.
     
    She was wrist deep in dough, when the bell on the door rung again. She managed to remove most of the gooey dough and left the kitchen, wiping her hands on an old towel. She pasted her smile on and headed into the front of the bakery.
     
    “How may I help you?” Emma could only see the back of the man’s head, but there was something different about him that she couldn’t quite place. She knew he wasn’t from town because she knew everyone in this town and this man most certainly wasn’t one of them.
     
    “I’m just passing through, but I’ve been told Emma’s Bakery is the place to come for cinnamon rolls.” The man finally turned around, a smirk on his strong face.
     
    “Well, you were told correctly.” Emma tossed the towel onto the bench and grabbed the tongs that were sitting on the side. “How many can I get for you?”
     
    “Just one for now and a cup of coffee, if it isn’t too much trouble.”
     
    “To go or eat in?”
     
    “Eat in. I really need to rest before I continue on my journey, thank you.” The man turned and took a seat on one of the sofas, picking up one of the many magazines strewn across the coffee table beside him.
     
    Emma placed the cinnamon roll on a plate and filled one of the many ceramic mugs with coffee before placing the items in front of the man. She finally got a good look at his face when he glanced up and smiled at her. He was stunning. The man had the most peculiar eyes though, one was a piercing blue whereas the other one was golden, almost like a dog’s eye.
     
    “Thank you ever so much.” The man nodded and Emma smiled before she disappeared behind the counter again.
     
    The door opened again a few minutes later and Sheriff Mills headed inside, patting his huge stomach with an equally huge smile on his face.
     
    “Hey, Sheriff.”
     
    “Emma, I hope you’ve got my breakfast.” Sheriff Mills leaned against the counter and it groaned quietly. Emma feared one day that the man’s weight would rocket so high that he may break it.
     
    “Right here, Sheriff.” Emma handed over the bag and a take-away coffee cup with a smile.
     
    “Who’s the new guy?” He tilted his head to side, indicating the man sitting in the corner.
     
    “I’m not sure, he’s just passing through.”
     
    “The name is Travis,” said the man from the corner, without taking his eyes off the magazine he was reading. Emma could see a smirk on his handsome face.
     
    “Travis, we’re a nice town here. Don’t need any trouble, you got me?” Sheriff Mills