“That’s not a question, but yes, I feel the same way.”
Perrin smiled over at him.
“Okay, I think this is the final question of the first round.”
“Fire away.”
“Could we go inside to finish this before I freeze to death?”
“s**t!” Bill scrambled out of the car and hurried around to open her door.
She didn’t lead him to her shop as he’d expected, but rather around the corner. She stopped at a door on the side street. A half dozen mailboxes hung along the wall for the various apartments above her shop and the one beyond. Perrin unlocked a door that led to a flight of stairs.
The stairway was hung with a beautiful series of quilts. It was as if he was following a stream through the seasons. Working his way upstream, the first quilt led him from ice winter to red-and-gold fall. The second
