Quite unexpectedly, in the autumn of her thirty-third year, Lucy fell in love.
She was walking from the Bake Shoppe back to her small, cozy book shop with her arms weighed down with colorful packages, when she her eyes settled on him.
The man of her dreams.
Across the street, the most beautiful man she had ever seen was standing in his comfortable living room.
Lucy was speechless, as she normally was, but this time it was because she couldn’t take her eyes off the man. His face in profile; the strong nose, brown curly hair that looked due for a cut (but begged a set of fingers for a tousle) and the stubble that coated his cheekbones reminded her of a movie star.
At once, Lucy was smitten.
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