Chapter 1“It was a dark and stormy night.”
Patrick’s words brought a shiver. Be it in the shine of an autumn sunrise in the woods, the glow of Christmas lights on my front porch in December, or like now, under the wattage of a couple dozen fluorescent bulbs inside the big box store where I worked overnight as a cleaner, his green eyes shimmered brightly whenever he smiled at me.
“You remember?” he asked.
“The first words you ever said to me? Of course, I do,” I told him. Wrapped in his arms, I snuggled into his bushy red beard as we stood there in all our winter gear at the huge front window that overlooked the snow-covered parking lot. “You said it to me and about thirty other men.”
Patrick pulled me closer to kiss each of my dark, unkempt brows. The act left his glasses all crooked.
