*Leah*
I take great satisfaction in watching people wander through my shop, taking books from the shelves, opening them, perusing a few words, and putting them back. Or hugging them close and bringing them to the counter to purchase.
This particular Saturday afternoon, more people are around than usual, and helping them select books keeps my mind occupied so I'm not thinking about Michael or the fact that I haven't seen him since the kiss.
I just finished helping a woman with her book purchase when the bells above my door jingle, and Michael dominates my thoughts once again as he steps over the threshold and approaches the counter. "Mr. Solman," I wonder why I have to sound so breathless when I have said his name a hundred times already, whenever I see him in my dreams.
"Miss Tempest.
