Chapter 6Rebecca sat on one of the comfortable upholstered seats in her dress shop, pinning pieces of a pattern to white satin. She sat back in her chair while she worked, her arms fully extended so she did not lean over the fabric. It was an awkward way to sew, but she didn't want the tears that streamed constantly down her cheeks to stain the fabric.
The bell over the shop door chimed, and Rebecca looked up from her work to see James Heitschmidt. She drank in the sight of him: tall and broad-shouldered, with a shock of reddish-blond hair and a firm-jawed face dotted with freckles. Warm, friendly brown eyes wreathed in smile lines met hers. She gulped and wiped her eyes.
Before she could even react to his presence, he appeared directly beside her, taking her hand in his. “Miss Spencer,
