“That is, until Tricia suggested they meet for dinner; then suddenly Kimberly was only too happy to oblige. They made plans to meet at the Bookshelf Diner at seven. Tricia adopted her bravest smile and prepared to spend the next five hours hand-selling—she nearly shuddered— cookbooks. But before she had a chance to dive into the world of cookery, a Milford Florist Shop truck pulled up outside and double-parked in front of Angelica's store. Tricia watched without interest as the dri...ver got out, went to the back of the truck, and opened the gate. He consulted a clipboard, then pawed through his inventory and withdrew a large white box. He jogged to the door and opened it. "Delivery," he called. Angelica rushed forward, her face flushed with pleasure. "Oh, that Bob! He's such a sweetheart." Her grin soon disappeared as she looked at the card on the top of the box.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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