The Best Of Times: A Dicken's Inn Novel - Plot & Excerpts
He could always think better when he paced. He couldn’t think of a single logical reason why he felt so utterly fascinated with and drawn to this lovely little innkeeper. But he could think of a great many practical reasons why she was a woman worthy of spending time with. She was smart, but not just smart—she was sharp. She was funny, practical, interesting, and she could see right through him. That was perhaps the part that created the greatest enigma. That was the oxymoron. The very thing that left him frequently off balance and defensive was the very thing that made him want so badly to figure her out. Maybe that was it. Maybe he just saw her as a mystery, and for him, a mystery always needed to be figured out. And yet, just figuring her out didn’t feel like enough. He wanted to know her, and he hadn’t been confronted with a desire to really know a woman since Julie had left him. How long had it been? More than twenty years. Beyond that, he’d lost count. He was obviously out of practice in communicating with a woman who could hold his attention.
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