Chapter Eight
"Where have you been?" demanded Romey. "Paris has been looking for you."
At present, Paris was chatting with a customer. He held up a crooked looking squash, patiently explaining that even though the vegetable wasn’t the prettiest, the taste would be unlike anything the buyer had ever sampled. That was the reason their booth at the weekly farmer’s markets had a never-ending line of repeat customers. No grocery store could top the taste of what they pulled from their organic fields.
With the sale made, Paris stuffed the money in the till. He lifted his head and their gazes connected. Jules could see the sharp intake of breath he took when he spotted her. Her breathing remained even. Paris swallowed and then displayed a wide grin as he regarded her. Jules tugged at one corne
