Until Tomorrow (Boot Creek Book 3) by Nancy Naigle

Author:Nancy Naigle [Naigle, Nancy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781477848609
Publisher: Montlake Romance
Published: 2017-05-01T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

A week later, Ford had fallen into an East Coast rhythm and, as much as Alaska was tugging at him in hopes that an auction date would be announced soon for the Glory Glassworks Gallery building, he also felt anxious as the days ticked away to the time he’d be leaving this place behind. And not only this place but Flynn.

Waking up to the smell of fresh coffee and home cooking each morning could spoil a man. And if that wasn’t enough, her smile was.

He’d never been much of a morning person, but maybe that was just because he’d never started his days off quite right. Like with fluffy towels and their soft flowery scent. He was dying to know how Flynn looked stepping out of the shower and wrapping herself in one of those. So far he’d remained a gentleman. But she was tempting—he needed to make a move soon, or else he’d be leaving here with no romance in his future.

He drove to work with her on his mind. The radio still set to the station Flynn had dialed in last night when they’d ridden over to Criss Cross Farm for a cookout with Jackson and that gang. He smiled when he recognized Flynn’s favorite song on the radio. She’d mentioned it last night as she belted out the lyrics like she was on the Grand Ole Opry stage with no microphone. She wasn’t a very good singer, but she didn’t seem to care.

Great. Now that would be in his head all day.

He turned down the road to PRIZM Glass Art Institute.

The sign out front still bore the announcement of his arrival and the special sessions he was leading, even though they’d been sold out for over a month. The way things were going he’d be tempted to say yes if they asked him to extend his stay for a week or two to accommodate those on the waiting list.

He parked and went inside. It was still early, and he liked it when it was quiet like this. Inside, he gathered his materials for this morning’s work session.

“Good morning, Ford. Before you get started, I want you to meet someone,” Gary said.

“Sure.” Ford wiped his hands on a rag and walked over to meet the man.

“This is William Barron. He runs the museum shop down in Norfolk, Virginia. They are interested in talking to you about a showing.”

Ford extended his hand to the older gentleman. Everything about him looked put together. His suit probably cost as much as Ford earned last month. “Thank you. Nice to meet you, Mr. Barron.”

“You can call me William. Nice to meet you too. We have three of your latest collection that Winston over at Glory Glassworks Gallery shipped us last month. I tried to contact him last week, but I got an auto-responder reply that said the gallery wasn’t going to be shipping to the lower forty-eight any longer. What’s going on?”

“Not my story to tell,” Ford said. “But you’ve got it right.

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