Chapter 3“Good morning,” Rebecca said softly, smiling her serene smile at her favorite gentleman. He's so kind to build my new shop a sales counter. Her stomach fluttered, but she fought not to let her thoughts show on her face. There's no point dreaming so don't make yourself crazy.
“Miss Spencer.” James nodded, giving her a wry half-smile.
“I really do appreciate your help,” she said, though his formality had her wondering.
“Any time.”
He set his tool kit on the floor and shrugged off his coat. So many women drool over a young man, but even though he's mature, James handles his heavy wooden box and its cumbersome load of tools with ease. I suppose all those years of hefting cans, barrels and other oddments in his store have kept him strong.
He gifted her with a grin, which dimpled h
