“He was very cute,” Melanie admitted. Still at something of a loss as to what to do with herself, she’d returned to Perrin’s store. She felt some responsibility for helping Perrin choose the two seamstresses and she wanted to follow up on how that was working out. It was too little to repay the kindness of the lead on the condominium, but it was a deposit on account.
Karissa was faster and Clem was more accurate, they complemented each other well.
“I always liked Josh,” Perrin admitted as she sorted through a shipment of fabric. Colorful bolts of mid- to lightweight summer fabrics covered most of the cutting table.
Melanie had ended up at a small desk in the corner that was buried in a storm of untended paperwork. For something to do with her hands, she began sorting and stacking it as
