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- Books by Lori Wick
- About the Author
Seans mouth dropped open in surprise, and the older man chuckled. Sadie was just in, he said by way of explanation. Sean smiled in return.
What did she buy?
Fabric. I would guess for a skirt or something.
Sean nodded and began to look around. He lingered over the fabric himself, but he wouldnt have known what to ask Sadie to make. The tools distracted him for a time, but then he got down to business. He studied the writing supplies for a long time, and after picking out what he thought to be perfect, a lone book on the shelf caught his eye.
He picked it up and checked the spine. He nearly did a double take when he read the words Holy Bible. Sean emptied his hands of all else and inspected the fat volume. He could hardly believe what he was seeing. The top was dusty, but the book itself appeared to be brand-new. He carried it over to Pete.
Pete, is this Bible for sale?
Yeah, although Ive had it for years. Some woman ordered it, but she never came back to collect, so its just been sitting here all this time.
How much do you want for it?
The price Pete named was more than reasonable, and, intending to purchase it, Sean set the Bible down on the counter. His hands had gone to the pocket of his jeans when he spotted a small case of jewelry with a glass top. His eyes caressed the 14K gold wedding bands, ranging in price from $1.19 to $4.79. His look was tormented when he glanced back at the Bible.
Why dont you give her both? Pete spoke softly.
Seans hand went again to his pants pocket, and he dug out the money he had brought along.
If you dont have it now, you can bring it to me later. I wont even put it on the bill.
Sean hesitated for only a moment. Thanks, Pete, he said gratefully, and in a few minutes was back on the street, the Bible wrapped in plain brown paper and the simple gold band tucked safely in his pocket.
Charlies birthday was on a Sunday, and her first surprise of the day was breakfast in bed. As Sean set the tray down, he looked so satisfied with himself that Charlie couldnt help but laugh.
Youre looking very pleased with yourself. She spoke as she shook out her napkin, and then started as something fell from it and hit the tray. Charlie stared at the small gold band that had landed near her coffee cup and then at her husband.
His smile was shy, and Charlies heart melted. She didnt talk but picked up the ring, gave it to her husband, and presented her left hand. Sean gladly did the honors, and Charlies eyes shone as the smooth gold band slid onto the third finger of her left hand.