A Family for Jason
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“Here you go,” Serena said. “If you need to get to an appointment, we can sit and talk another time.”
Mrs. M. waved her off. “No hurry.”
“Are you sure? You’ve been looking at the time ever since you came in.”
“Oh, that? It’s nothing.”
Mrs. Masterson didn’t do anything without a reason. By her cagey expression, Serena suspected she was up to something matchmaking related.
After slipping the folder into her large handbag, Mrs. Masterson crossed her arms. “I’m afraid I will need to get moving along fairly soon. My son scheduled a meeting at our office.”
“Like I said, I’ll be happy with whatever decision you come up with.” Securing the money would be the best scenario, but Serena knew better than to pressure potential investors.
The store phone rang. “Excuse me.” She hurried to the counter, reaching over to pick up the handset. “Blue Ridge Cottage.”
For the next ten minutes, Serena took a special order for a baby announcement, also part of her business model. She’d become the local go-to for unique wedding invitations, special birthday and anniversary party invitations, and baby announcements. When she hung up, she was surprised to see her visitor still in the store.
She asked Mrs. Masterson if she would like some coffee, when a wide smile curved the older woman’s lips and her eyes lit up.
Wondering what had brought her such pleasure, Serena joined her at the window and felt her own smile slip when Mrs. M.’s grandson Logan Masterson strode into view. He stopped to read the sandwich board situated on the sidewalk, giving Serena a moment to drink him in. Not that she needed to—she’d memorized his good looks the first, brief, time they met.
The man was tall and broad-shouldered, with a military bearing. His wavy dark brown hair caught the sunlight perfectly. Sunglasses were perched on an aristocratic nose. A five-o’clock shadow dusted his cheeks, even though it was just after noon. Dressed in a striped button-down shirt with the cuffs undone, indigo jeans and shiny boots, he glanced in the window and saw his grandmother, and a devastating smile brightened his handsome face.
Swallowing hard, Serena wanted to escape, really, she did, but her feet wouldn’t move—mutinous body parts. The door opened and the sound of a car horn and laughter floated in with him. He removed his sunglasses to reveal intense coffee-colored eyes. It was then, Serena decided, that she was a goner.
Copyright © 2019 by Tara Spicer
ISBN-13: 9781488039850
A Family for Jason
Copyright © 2019 by Virginia McCullough
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