big city you are from, this is lovely, little Homestead,” she said with a sweep of one hand at Main Street.
She pointed out the Dutch Farm Table Restaurant and told him the pizzeria was partway down the block and the two fast-food places were at the very end. Pulling Fern into the hitching post in front of the sheriff’s office, she gestured here and there. “That’s the volunteer fire department, the string of shops, Kwik Stop food store where we usually get our groceries, the pharmacy and hardware store. And that’s the newspaper office, down there near the only traffic light in town.”
“A one-traffic-light town! Never thought I’d live in one, though I did see one once in Scotland.”
“Oops, something personal slipped out. You’d better guard your mouth, Mr. Modern Andrew Lantz.”
The corners of his taut mouth crimped in an almost-smile as he intently studied her mouth. She wet her lips with her tongue. His eyes widened, then he turned abruptly away. “And my heart,” she was amazed to overhear him whisper as he grabbed his crutch and climbed carefully down to tie Fern to the hitching post.
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