The smell of coffee drifted through the bookstore.
Lois stood behind the counter.
A pencil rested behind one ear.
A half-finished inventory sheet sat in front of her.
The morning sun spilled through the front windows.
Dust floated lazily between shelves.
Everything looked ordinary.
Which was exactly why she liked it.
Ordinary had become underrated.
Especially after hospital rooms.
Threats.
Heartbreak.
Confessions.
The bell above the door rang.
Lois looked up automatically.
And immediately regretted it.
Not because she didn't want to see him.
Because she did.
The problem was that wanting had become dangerous.
Walter stood just inside the doorway.
Dark coat.
Dark hair.
Gray eyes.
The familiar sight still managed to steal the air from the room.
Three days had passed si
