The House On Honeysuckle Lane (2016)
“The building was one of the many mid-nineteenth-century structures still standing in downtown Oliver’s Well. Emma looked up at the sign hanging over the door and for the life of her couldn’t recall what had been there before the gallery. A clothing shop? A card store? She shook her head. Another bit of the past lost to, well, to the past.
A bell over the door rang pleasantly when she entered the gallery. The man standing behind the counter had his back to her, but at the sound of the bell he tu...rned. Emma was stunned. It was the man she had seen the other morning in Cookies ’n Crumpets. And in the proverbial split second she realized that he had lost none of his inexplicable fascination for her.
“Good morning,” he said. “How can I help you?”
Today he was wearing charcoal-colored trousers with a dove gray tab-collared shirt. And yes, his eyes were definitely dark brown.
“I saw you in Cookies ’n Crumpets the other morning,” Emma said, moving across the room of spotlessly clean glass display cases, antique standing lamps, massive armoires, and beautifully upholstered chairs.MoreLess
A bell over the door rang pleasantly when she entered the gallery. The man standing behind the counter had his back to her, but at the sound of the bell he tu...rned. Emma was stunned. It was the man she had seen the other morning in Cookies ’n Crumpets. And in the proverbial split second she realized that he had lost none of his inexplicable fascination for her.
“Good morning,” he said. “How can I help you?”
Today he was wearing charcoal-colored trousers with a dove gray tab-collared shirt. And yes, his eyes were definitely dark brown.
“I saw you in Cookies ’n Crumpets the other morning,” Emma said, moving across the room of spotlessly clean glass display cases, antique standing lamps, massive armoires, and beautifully upholstered chairs.MoreLess
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