He ducked his head and doubled-checked the sign over the storefront. Tessa’s Treasures—Antiques. While the name conjured up an image of an ancient woman named Tessa shuffling around the store dusting relics on sooty shelves, in reality he hoped to find Tessa Jordan, Mason Jordan’s little sister. He parked and sat for a minute, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. What would she look like after all these years? Would she even remember him? Twenty-five years was a long time. He took a deep breath and opened the car door. Sitting here staring at the store certainly wouldn’t give him any answers. A bell tinkled overhead when he entered. Immediately, his gaze swung to a shapely woman perched on a ladder as she reached for something above her head. Red curls were pulled into a bun that no longer did its duty. Wisps of shiny red tendrils had escaped at her nape to tease the sides of her face. As soon as her small delicate hands plucked the item, the ladder tilted. “Oh!” Lucas rushed forward, grunting as the redhead landed in his arms.
