Kendall’s hands shook as she set the phone back in its cradle and jotted down the interview date and time. Love on a Dime was going to be featured in the travel section of the Chicago Tribune, which would bring in even more clients. Hiring an assistant would have to move up on her to-do list. She owed Claire’s cousin Jason Moss a gift basket or at least a high five for all the attention his original article had brought in. She couldn’t wait to tell Brice. Ever since their conversation at the Venetian Festival, he’d been treating her as if they were dating. Their friendship had turned into a relationship, and Kendall was loving every minute of it. Granted, it had been only four days, but they made up the best four days of Kendall’s life. Brice dropped by her storefront each day, usually bringing a gift along. One day it was birthday cake fudge—which was possibly the best dessert she’d ever tasted—the next day it was fresh flowers to replace the dead ones in her vase, and another day he’d slyly left a handwritten note on her desk that she hadn’t discovered until after he left.
