Chapter 2
He found Vinny’s little bookshop enchanting. Since arriving in Gibraltar, Benjamin had become a regular customer. He’d bought several books, but usually went just to browse the shelves and enjoy Vinny’s pleasant company. That day, he couldn’t find anything interesting.
Poems, poems…and more poems! “If I could figure out what that stuff meant, I’d consider myself an accomplished man,” he grumbled. He put one book back, skimmed some titles, then picked up a well-worn leather-bound volume to take a closer look.
Then it happened.
His breath caught in his throat and his heart skipped a beat. He took a step back, startled by what he’d just seen on the other side of the shelf: that mop of ash blond hair, those two blue eyes that looked like sapphires framed by little wrinkles caused
