When I walked into SkinnyCakes the next morning I turned around and walked right back out again. After confirming SkinnyCakes was still on the huge sign above the door I went inside again and nearly cried.
“Graham,” I whispered, knowing he was the only answer.
I crossed to the dark purple chairs near the front glass and sunk into one, turning to admire the bookcase nestled behind it.
It was perfect. The rich wood color perfectly matched the base of my large counter and the new shelves he’d installed two weeks ago. On top of the bookshelf was a collection of frames that matched the new white washed ones on the wall, but painted in the same purple color as the chairs. He’d even added a sign that read, ‘Please help yourself. If you take a book, bring one back.’
Tears filled my eyes as I s
