The rustic cafe was located in the heart of Blue Lake, so it wasn’t hard to miss as he came into town. But its owner, cute as a button and sweet as the cinnamon rolls she served, was a pleasant surprise.He’d had his eye on April for days, even though he hadn’t taken the leap to ask her out. Come on, women that good looking were never available. They always had a boyfriend in their pocket and a guy or two waiting in the wings. It wasn’t until he’d heard the ladies from the book club talk about her being single that he’d hauled his backside off the chair and asked her out.With one last day in Blue Lake, he wasn’t about to waste another minute.He waited outside, well past noon, hands in his pockets to keep them from sweating. It was a cool spring afternoon, and the skies were cluttered with cotton candy-like clouds, but for some reason his hands were clammed up like he’d been wearing gloves. The sunset tonight would be stunning. It better be, or he’d be sending sub-standard photos to Majestic Magazine, and his hopes of becoming their go-to small town photographer would be ruined.“Sorry to keep you,”
