Chapter Seventeen
Spencer
“Oh, I think that’s definitely the one, Spencer.” Joline, the owner of the shop, grinned from the doorway. She hung two dresses on the hook and nodded. “That is my favorite.”
I stepped onto the little platform and stared down at the dress. “It’s stunning.”
“Pair it with some diamonds, and you’ll have all the men drooling.”
I only care about one.
We spent the next thirty minutes trying on shoes, then I paid the bill and headed out into the freezing cold air.
The thought of a hot coffee had me turning toward the little bakery on the outskirts of town. Lost in thought as I left with my coffee, I didn’t catch who stepped up from behind and reached over me to push open the door.
“Spencer Peters, right?”
I whirled around and came face to face with a haggard-loo
