Kate Little - Dad In Disguise

Two days? It seemed too long to wait to see him again.

Rachel forced an easy smile. “Sounds good. See you then.”

“So long, Rachel.” He turned and headed for the door. She tried to look away but couldn’t take her eyes off him until he walked out of the shop.

The store seemed suddenly very quiet and empty. She turned on some classical music. Then stood at one of the display tables, folding baby sweaters. Unable to get Jack Sawyer’s image out of her mind. He had an effect on her.

Too great an effect. How was she going to manage several weeks of him working here? She had to get over this fast or she’d end up miserable.

Okay, he’s attractive. And nice. But he must be involved with somebody, somewhere. Men like that aren’t just running around, unclaimed.

If they are, there’s a reason. Not a good one, either. You’ve found that out the hard way .

The bell above the shop door rang, interrupting her silent pep talk. Two attractive, well-dressed women walked in.

Snippets of overheard conversation told her they were out for the afternoon, having lunch, getting manicures, shopping. She half-envied them. Then she reminded herself that at the end of the day, she didn’t have answer to anyone about what she did, where she’d gone, or what she’d spent.

Attractive men might come and go. As she’d just told Jack, she really did value her total and complete independence.

“Ladies? Can I help you with anything?” She walked over and greeted them.

“We’re invited to a baby shower and the mother-to-be said she registered here. Could you look up her Wish List?”

“I’d be happy to. I’ll print it out for you.”

Rachel trotted back to the counter and took her place behind the laptop. Only a handful of “mothers-to-be” had registered at her shop. But she tried to give a good impression and act as if the place was very popular and there were hundreds.

Rachel’s spirit suddenly lifted with the prospect of an easy sale. Or two. “Wish List” shoppers were her favorite, next to doting grandmothers. They rarely left the store without a shopping bag in hand.

Rachel was busy for the rest of the afternoon with more customers and catching up on phone calls. She locked the door at half past five and carried Charlie upstairs to their apartment, feeling weary, but content.

She’d made some good sales during the afternoon and the thought cheered her. She still had some savings from liquidating all her assets in the city, but she knew she couldn’t run the business at a loss forever. She needed to make a profit soon, or she’d be in trouble.

Renting the cottage would help. She felt relieved it would be ready in a few weeks. Maybe even by the end of the month.

She wasn’t sure where Jack Sawyer had come from, but he’d sure stepped through the door at just the right time.

Truth was, she could hardly wait to see him again.

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