Mason scratched his head as he surveyed the mess of boxes along the floor of the stockroom. They created a bigger storm than the snow that continued to drop from the sky in fat, sloppy plops outside. “This may take a while.” “I told you so.” Josie used a box cutter to release the contents of another carton. She was dressed in jeans tucked into cute polka dotted rubber snow boots and a perky yellow cable knit sweater that showed off her dusky skin and cobalt-blue eyes. “And the coffee’s already perked.” “Great. Perfect.” Mason tamped down his pulse and focused on the issue at hand—overstock. It seemed like a never-ending stream. “Where are you gonna put all this stuff?” “Nice question.” Josie straightened to face him and poked a finger into his chest. “I was sort of hoping you could help me with that. That’s why you came here, right?” Mason bit back a quick retort. Maybe her project was the instigator for his return, but she was the reason he remained. He kept his mouth clamped tight for a long moment, and then shrugged.
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