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she would have laughed. Not because the idea was ridiculous-it wasn't, not in this city-but because Tuesday mornings wer

d never seen a speed bump or a grocery store parking lot. Lila stood on the sidewalk, co

the morning sun hadn't fully stretched across the skyline ye

she called, keepin

to. That was the first strike against him. The second came when

ate. No apology.

dding toward the sign above the door: Moore Words.

be a m

ght. That's not r

e-glanced down at his watch like her presence w

nventory, pretended like this man didn't already rub her the wrong wa

"Just so you know. You're not a cust

tention. His head tilte

ned. "Do I

y. "But I know this p

t name was supposed to mean

. "You're that

e corner of his mout

y to avoid being rude. "You're the

ho is buying t

a brow. "No

t to be de

or purchasing six neighboring lots, including the café on the corner and the art studio two doo

her front door, "I don't sell my shop

e behind her, and she hat

said. "Good mor

to shelve, receipts to sort, and,