Chapters (31)
- Cover
- Title Page
- Dedication
- Author’s Note
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Acknowledgments
- Discover More
- About the Author
- Also by Alison Bliss
- Praise for Alison Bliss
Adam settled his stance. “That’s because I am training you.” The moment she began to protest, he raised a hand to stop her. “Nope. Save your breath. It’s too late to back out. You’ve already agreed. Besides, if you don’t go through with it, Josh will know you lied.” He grinned. “So, like I said before, we start tomorrow. See you then.” He turned to leave, not wanting to give her another opportunity to back out.
“Adam.”
He kept walking.
“Hey! You forgot something.”
Damn it. He spun back and glanced at the desk. He hadn’t brought anything in with him, and he didn’t see anything that belonged to him. “What did I forget?”
She smirked. “You said you needed to get your mother a present.”
Oh. Right. He did say that, didn’t he?
Adam glanced around the gallery and frowned. He hated shopping, and there was way too much stuff crammed into this tiny shop. “Hmm, I don’t really know anything about antiques. Tell you what. You pick something out, and I’ll pay for it. Deal?”
Her brows drew together. “How would I pick something out for your mother? I don’t even know her.”
Oh. Right. “Well, she likes unique stuff and collects colored glass. Does that help?”
“Hmm. Actually it does. I may have the perfect thing for her,” Preslee said, rising from her chair and circling around the desk, heading to a glass case. She unlocked it and pulled out a small glass bowl with a matching lid and brought it over for him to get a closer look. “It’s a carnival glass candy dish. My dad found it at an estate sale before his accident. It’s a rare ice-blue color too, which isn’t easy to find. Pretty, right? Do you think your mom would like this?”
Adam nodded. “Yeah, actually she’d love it.” He pulled out his wallet. “How much?”
“Three hundred.”
His eyes widened, and he had the sudden urge to dig a finger in his ear to clean it out. Because surely she hadn’t said what he thought she had. “Three hundred? As in American dollars? For a tiny candy dish? You’re kidding me, right?”
She giggled. “It’s a combination of vintage and rare. Neither of which is cheap. Our prices range between affordable and high-end though. If you’d like to find something cheaper, we can look around and see what else we can find.”