Nineteen people line up outside my store before sunrise, and I'm the only thing standing between them and a shelf that's already empty.
Then he shows up.
Six and a half feet of silence, leaning against my brick wall like he was poured there. He won't take my money. He won't explain himself. He answers every question I ask in three words or less.
He just stands at my door, eight hours a day, in February, for free.
I've spent nine years making sure nothing in my life could ever be taken away from me again. No favors. No casseroles. No debts I can't pay off.
So I start a tab. One rotisserie chicken a day, written in a notebook I never intend to collect on.
Because if he owes me something, he can't leave.
But what happens the night I find out he never wanted the chicken at all?
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Then he shows up.
Six and a half feet of silence, leaning against my brick wall like he was poured there. He won't take my money. He won't explain himself. He answers every question I ask in three words or less.
He just stands at my door, eight hours a day, in February, for free.
I've spent nine years making sure nothing in my life could ever be taken away from me again. No favors. No casseroles. No debts I can't pay off.
So I start a tab. One rotisserie chicken a day, written in a notebook I never intend to collect on.
Because if he owes me something, he can't leave.
But what happens the night I find out he never wanted the chicken at all?
Genre: Romantic Suspense