Gold and I’m addicted to festivals.”
She smiled. “I’m actually really excited about the bazaar next weekend. I stocked it with some really interesting items. Now you remember you can simply direct people to the store, right?”
“Yes, my goal is to sell as little as possible.”
“I need something to throw at you,” she grumbled. “Of course you can sell things, but you don’t have to. If they want it in a different color or whatever, tell them to come to the store. But that’s for next weekend. Tomorrow we only have to get through the post–Black Friday what-if-I-didn’t-get-everything-I-want shopping frenzy.”
She shook her head. “I should have taken part-time jobs in retail while I was in college.”
“What did you do?”
“Internships when I could get them. I was a nanny for a couple of summers and I temped in offices. I was a waitress. The usual. What about you?”
“I didn’t have summers off. I got through college quickly. Once I was in the army and they were paying for medical school, there weren’t any breaks.”
She angled toward him, taking in the strong profile and determined set of his jaw. “Did you really want to be an English professor?”
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