Four
“Christopher,” said the older woman. “This is… I’m sorry, dear. I didn’t get your name?”
I hadn’t left my name when I’d called in earlier. I’d just said I’d be by to pick up the items. Staring into Christopher’s fathomless, blue eyes again, I lost my sense. Something inside told me to tell him everything. And so I did.
“Mary Katherine. Mary Katherine Wallace.”
“That’s a lovely name. I’m Holly and this is Christopher. Christopher, Ms. Wallace here is an author. She’s doing research for her novel.”
I expected the guy to blanch at the idea of talking about books. Instead, his blue eyes lit up. I had to brace myself by leaning into the counter from the impact. I was an absolute sucker for handsome men. It didn’t cause me much trouble. I so rarely spoke to drop dead gorgeous model typ
