Falling for Leigh. Jennifer Snow

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      She paused for effect when she heard the second, louder “Leigh!”, glancing in every direction but the one she knew the sound was coming from and then continued in a hurry. She heard her call again, but this time she dove around the side of Pearl’s Petals, the flower shop on the corner across from her grandmother’s bakery.

      How was she going to get across the street without Angela seeing her? A quick glance revealed she was still waiting at the open window. She ducked her head back around the corner.

      “Who are we hiding from?” a man whispered inches from her right ear.

      Leigh jumped, her hand flying to her chest, knocking over a row of small potted plants on the outside sale table display at Pearl’s.

      Logan dove for one pot before it fell off the table. He caught it easily in his left hand and set it back carefully, straightening the others and brushing the scattered leaves and dirt off the white tablecloth.

      “Thanks,” Leigh said. She would’ve hated to have to buy all of those plants if she’d broken them. Children were her area of expertise—plants not so much. “And I’m not hiding,” she said, but she suspected her flaming cheeks gave her away. Gingerly, she touched the leaves on a plant she’d never be able to name if asked. “I’m shopping.” Pretending to be interested in one, she picked it up and examined it.

      “Get many cuts and burns?”

      “No. Why?” she asked, casting him a puzzled look.

      “That’s an aloe plant,” Logan explained. “Shouldn’t you have an entourage of kids?”

      “A college student works with me part-time. She’s doing a practicum for her childhood-education certificate. Gives me time to run errands.” She poked her head around the corner quickly. Angela was still there.

      Logan leaned around the corner. “Okay, tell me where I’m supposed to be looking.”

      “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

      “You better tell me, or I’ll blow your cover.”

      “Fine,” Leigh snapped. “Last building on the corner, upstairs window.” She waited, hands on her hips, ignoring the plants.

      “All clear,” Logan said.

      Leigh let out a sigh of relief and stepped away from the shelter of the building.

      “Why are you hiding from someone?”

      She read the amusement in his dark eyes as he studied her. “I’m not, really,” she said with a shrug, as she moved around him, checking both ways before crossing Main Street.

      Logan followed. “Okay, fine...let’s see.” He paused, appearing to think. “I know, it’s an angry day-care dad looking for a tax receipt. No, wait, it’s someone suing you for that hazardous front porch step of yours.”

      “There’s nothing wrong with your creative juices now.”

      “I can keep guessing, I’ve got all day. I should be writing, but someone pushed me off a ladder.”

      “Okay,” Leigh said, holding her hands up in defeat as he matched his step to hers. “It’s my ex-husband’s new wife.”

      He stumbled and paused to get his balance before keeping up with her again. “Wouldn’t have guessed that one.”

      “Can I point you in any certain direction, Mr. Walters?” She refused to elaborate, despite the intense curiosity written all over his handsome face. At least curiosity softened the sharp edges of this man she’d only known for a few days.

      “I don’t know. Where are you headed?”

      Leigh thought fast. “The gynecologist.”

      Logan smiled.

      Huh, dimples—hadn’t noticed them before. They should make an appearance more often, she thought.

      “You’re getting better with the lies. I’ll catch you later. Same time, gazebo?”

      “Sure thing.”

      She watched as he dashed off down the block before heading in the opposite direction.

      Moments later Leigh stepped into Dog Eared Books. It was discouraging to see the going-out-of-business sale posters in the window behind their annual Halloween decor of orange lights and pumpkins carved in the images of bestselling books. The bookstore had been in Brookhollow for over fifty years. Grandma Norris had taken her there for the first time on her fourth birthday, when she and her parents had stayed longer than usual after the holidays. She’d filled almost another full suitcase full of books for her trip overseas to the new mission her dad had been appointed to, and they had been such a comfort—she remembered that clearly even though she’d only been four years old.

      As a teenager, after her parents sent her to live with her grandmother to attend Brookhollow High, she’d visited the store almost every day, spending the money she earned from her part-time summer job at the Theatre Under the Stars drive-in.

      “Hello,” she said, stepping over boxes of books in the entryway. She would miss the landmark once the store closed in the new year.

      Danielle O’Connor came from the back storage room, another box of books in her arms. “Hi, Leigh. Sorry for the mess. Just trying to reorganize some things.”

      Leigh scanned the labels on the boxes near the wall. “Those are books for the library?”

      “Yeah, they’re all fairly new—novels released this year. There are some children’s books in there, as well. You’re welcome to take a look.”

      “Thank you, but trust me, I’m running out of space for more books.”

      “That’s not possible,” Danielle said. “You just have to build higher shelves.” She gestured to the floor-to-ceiling bookshelves along the first floor of the two-story space.”

      “I guess so,” Leigh said with a laugh. “Anyway, I did stop by for a couple of specific novels. Do you think you could search your database to see if you have them? They’re seven or eight years old. If they’re already packed away, don’t worry.”

      Danielle moved to the other side of the counter to her computer. “Romance?” she asked with a knowing smile.

      “Actually no...um...mystery?”

      “You—mystery?” Danielle raised an eyebrow.

      Leigh shrugged. “Thought I’d broaden my horizons a little.”

      Daniel shook her head slowly as she clicked on the mystery tab and they waited for the page to load. “Name of the book?”

      “Danger Within by...um...Logan Walters.” She wondered if somehow news had already spread through town about Logan’s visit.

      If Danielle had heard, she didn’t reveal it. “Here it is...part of the Van Gardener series, right?”

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