Dear Jackson, Im leaving you this note because I know youre very busy and I dont want to waste the town sheriffs time. Lord knows Ive already wasted enough of it. Thank you for taking me home last night and...everything else. I made you a basket of wild blueberry muffins for your trouble. That seemed like the appropriate baked good for getting naked in your living room. I wasnt myself last night. I didnt mean to kiss you or fondle your backside or ask all those intimate questions. Thank you for pretending to enjoy it. It was very noble of you to sleep on the couch while I was starfished on your bed. I couldnt help but notice its quite large. The bed, that is. I swear, I didnt notice anything else when I let myself out this morning. As you know, Talbotts Cove is a ridiculously small town and theres no chance we can avoid each other. Not that Id want to avoid you, of course, but Im not sure I can look at you without thinking of the forty different ways I made a fool of myself. Instead of avoidance, lets try to be friends. Well forget all about last night...if thats what you want. Please burn this note after you read it-- Annette p.s. I whipped up some cinnamon buns, too. Please enjoy them. Im not sure why, but I couldnt get buns out of my mind today.
