ce

gs become. The cafe's address had me expecting a spot in the heart of Brooklyn, but to my utmost dismay, it's a solid two-hour drive from home to the middle of nowhere. M

of people. I bet they are mentally battling themselves thinking where they have seen me before. Well, guilty as charged I do look like a celebrity. Call me a narcissist

surroundings, a voice

long to an angel" I

e voice was coming from. I found the owner of the voice standin

eautiful" I mutt

irting game. Mr. Landon was here yesterday, and he tol

you so he could get into your pantry." The sup

g." The beautiful angel said. The

So I quickly told her that I would like to have today's special. Or it was some girl asking me for my number and I

any occasion give you any kind of sweet dishes, Now be a good grandpa and a

aying fair Cla

make the color from distance. Her cute button nose scrunched and those luscious lips pouted as she spoke something to him. I couldn't hear anything ar

hat deal exactly...? Shit. I hope I had it written somewhere. Maybe I should head back, clear my head and then come back. I'm a busy man afte

en admiration, and then, it went blank. It happened so quickly, I doubt if I had imagined it. Really now.? I underestimated her prowess. After all, she is a Kingston. T

on, right?" She quest

low my script of first behaving to be oblivious. Before she could say anything else the lady with the bangs came out holding

me as she spoke in a made-up soothing voice. "Everything we have on t

sure, so I gave her a polite smile. She blushed crimson and

with a murderous look, while the other

ra's voice wouldn't have struck me I hadn't hea

r to the kitchen. I released a breath I didn't know I had been holding when the door closed behind her.

ow her the real unfiltered y

RA

age to Bryce, my mother had told me that Bryce would show up

himself " I said with

ying it. Maybe he is secretl

ep" I mutte

ll to Mom went unanswered as usual. This morning, I vowed not to let negative thoughts affect me. Whether he shows up or not, I don't care. Alliso

59 for two years), he looks 50 (not that I'd tell him). His wife, Victoria, a retired doctor battling cancer, strictly tol

my peripheral vision, his intense gaze stirring warmth in me.

resence. I said w

lded myself mentally. He bailed on me for three days. Ti

ut I got the feeling that this loser wasn't expecting it. But seriously,

ch apparently he had ordered, after she laid it down on his table, i quickly gripp

irls boarding school education. Allison, who went to a public school with variety of m