Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

resting on the tip of his nose.

He looked up as the bell above the door chimed, his expression shifting from professional focus to warm recognition.

“Martha,” David said, taking off his glasses and folding them into his breast pocket. “You are a long way from the library.”

“I was hoping to ask about Arthur’s bill,” I said, keeping my continue reading …