Northern Fascination
“Logan said, nodding toward the basket. He’d picked everything out but Merrilee had put it all together for him. “It looks great.” Logan put on his coat—he’d returned the loaner—and pulled on his gloves.
“I’m glad you like it. You made some good choices. Enjoy your evening.” Merrilee hesitated and then added, “Jenna’s a special person.”
He’d reached that same conclusion. He’d read the “newspaper” article on her twice. “I think so, too, Merrilee. I think so, too.”
It was the craziest thing. He’d missed her today. He’d caught a glimpse of her a couple of times this morning doing her thing in the front window at Curl’s. As she’d pointed out, Good Riddance was so small, it was damn near impossible to avoid seeing her. However, catching a glimpse of her wasn’t the same as actually spending time with her.
Carrying the basket in his right hand, he left through the front door of the B & B. Outside, snow danced down through the early evening sky.
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