Loving the Lawman. Ruth Logan Herne

the coziness of a shared afghan or steaming hot coffee and a big bowl of chips.

      She’d sew.

      That was what she’d come here to do after all. To build a business with her grandmother’s help, to work toward summer with one eye on the clock and one foot on the sewing machine treadle. She had goals. Timelines. Objectives. Nothing could get in the way of that. But seeing Seth move into the shop area to continue his work made part of her wish she’d been invited to watch the late-day game with him.

      Would she have said yes?

      Probably not, although she’d like to.

      But she would have enjoyed knowing she’d been welcome.