Sparing The Heart (Pastime Pursuits #3) - Plot & Excerpts
Damn, Kellan’s forecast didn’t lie. Subzero temperatures for the last week of January. A few months are left of winter, but I hope we’re on the upswing and warmer air will overtake this frigid atmosphere. The dash lights of my Focus light up and I glance at the temperature — negative twelve. Now I wish I’d opted for the condo with the gas fireplace. I’ll make some tea when I’m back in the house. I yank the box to the edge of the seat so I can grab a hold of it. My hands slide under and as I lift it up I stumble forward before catching myself. I forgot how heavy this box is. Once my hand is steady on the corners, I use my butt to shut the car door and head back upstairs to my condo. I try not to drop the box too hard onto the table, but after carrying it all the way upstairs, my arms give out, and the table shakes when I drop the package. I slit the tape, sighing when I set the scissors down. As though opening a carton of eggs, I take my time pulling back the sides. One at a time I press the cardboard down until the black bag inside stares back at me.
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