of what he saw. “Chandeliers will be placed along the full length of the room. They’re still on order.”
Rose’s gaze followed his. She imagined the light giving the place a rich look. On the floor were marks detailing the placement of display cases. She stepped onto one of them.
“What’s going here?” she asked.
“This is the area designed for fragrances, perfumes, special purchases.”
“It’s in the wrong place. Perfume counters should be over there.” Rose pointed to her left. “Here, people will walk into them. Scarves should be over here.” She started walking toward the area. David followed her, but she stopped suddenly and he bumped into her. His hands clasped around her upper arms to steady her.
Rose gasped. The touch of his hands was like fire on her skin. She pointed to a wall, deftly moving away from him. “And where is the children’s department?” she asked. “It needs to be over here.”
“It’s going to be on the third floor. This will reduce the noise level and we plan a full play area for the kids. Safety-wise, it’s better for all concerned.”
Rose walked quickly to the center of the area, where a sign that read Jewelry had been taped to the floor.
“You can’t put Jewelry here?” Rose said, her eyes wide.
“High-end jewelry will be on one side of the aisle and gemstones on the other.” David spread his arms to indicate what he meant.
Rose didn’t like the changes. The store had been set up for decades one way. Why change it now?
“Rosanna,” David said.
She took a long breath, letting it out slowly before turning to face him. She knew he was about to justify this new arrangement.
“I mean this in the best possible way. This is Thorn’s, not Bach’s. As Bach’s it was a wonderful store. It stood in Logan Beach as a staple for over a hundred years. We’re not trying to replicate Bach’s. They wouldn’t appreciate that.”
“What are we trying to do?” she asked. Rose was careful to keep her voice level and remove any sarcasm from it. She needed this job and David knew she needed it. He was going to be the person she reported to, so she should act like an employee. Why she wasn’t, she didn’t know. She did know, however, that the places on her arms where he’d touched her were still smarting and her heart had yet to return to a normal rhythm.
“We’ve tested this layout in other Thorn stores and it’s a scientific approach to crowd flow. Moving from one area to another is easier and usually in line with buying patterns. Those people who buy suits go on to purchase shoes and blouses.”
“I’m sure this has worked in other places, but you need to be aware how important it was for people here to return to things that are familiar.”
David took her arm and walked her away from the earshot of the workmen. Again Rose felt the electrical shock of his touch.
“Rosanna, as you told me, the hurricane happened. It’s not like people don’t know that or don’t want to put it behind them. Don’t you want to put it behind you?”
She hadn’t been prepared for that question. She turned away from him as memories rushed into her mind. David came up behind her before she had time to formulate an answer.
“I’m not asking that you forget it or pretend it didn’t happen,” he said. “It changed people. I get that. But if you plan to stay in Logan Beach, then you have to be willing to accept the change.”
“We are accepting the change,” she said tightly. “We have no choice but to accept it. The people of Logan Beach have been through a crisis and they feel comfortable knowing that some things are the same, comfortable.”
David moved around to face her. “I do understand. And I can’t undo what’s happened. No one is the same. Starting over shows the renewal of life.”
Hating to have her own words thrown in her face, Rose remained quiet.
David dropped his shoulders as if in defeat. “Rosanna, trust me. When the store opens, people will be happy to see something new. They’ll welcome the fact that we didn’t try to duplicate Bach’s.”
Rose hunched and dropped her shoulders. She had no choice in this matter. Thorn’s owned the building and everything that went with it. All that would happen to her would be that she’d be out on the street again. But as for trusting him? That was something she couldn’t do. She could accept changes in the store. She had ideas for the better placement of departments. She’d never written any of them down, but her plan had been that when the Bachs retired and left her in charge, she would restructure some of the areas. The difference between her and David was she would have done them a few at a time.
David was ripping the bandage off in one swift snap.
But then wasn’t that how she removed bandages?
* * *
Those beautiful eyes glanced up from the computer screen when David knocked on Rosanna’s door. They were light brown and foretelling was the only word he could use to describe them. She wore makeup today, not like when he’d surprised her by pushing into her apartment. It highlighted her eyes to the point of mesmerizing.
“You must be tired of reading papers and screens.”
“Some of it is interesting,” she said.
“Shut it down. That’s enough for today. Come on, let’s get out of here.”
Her expression didn’t change as she glanced at her arm, looking for the time, but there was no watch there. Angling her head, she checked the clock on the wall in the reception area. He looked in the same direction. It was three o’clock and she’d been at it for hours. Boring hours, if David thought about it, although he didn’t really know her background or her temperament, only that she wasn’t thrilled that the Thorns had taken over Bach’s.
“Coffee?” he asked.
“I’d love a cup.”
“There’s a quaint little bakery not far from here. We could get some coffee there.”
“I’m familiar with it,” she said.
Of course she was, David thought as they headed out. She’d worked in this area for years. She probably knew everything about it and the whole of Logan Beach.
David had known it as a bakery in his youth. Now it was a coffee house with some baked goods. They served at least twenty types of coffee, a variety of teas and a few pastries.
“What would you like?” David asked as they approached the counter.
“Plain coffee,” she said.
“Black? Cream and sugar?” he asked.
“I’ll add them,” she answered.
David waited until she’d added a drop of cream and two sugars to her cup before speaking.
“Don’t
