You really are the patron saint of lost causes, aren’t you?” Cate tried to pull free of Michael’s embrace. He brought her right hand to his lips, kissing her knuckles. He’d been a good friend to her over the past year, but not one she’d trusted with her secrets. He really ...
This winter was no exception. April heaved another shovel of snow off the sidewalk in front of The Tea Cozy, then leaned on her shovel to survey the street. Otterman was lined with shops and restaurants, some that had been in business for longer than she’d been alive. &nbs...
