The first drop hit her nose, making Hayden pause. She’d been sweeping out in front of the bookstore, but it seemed like there was no longer any point to that–the rain would either wash away the dust, or it would make the problem worse, but she couldn’t do anything about that until the sidewalk was dry again. This, she told herself, was fine. She didn’t particularly like being idle at work, but Edmond hardly cared what she did when the shop was empty…an...

No one in their right mind was out in the snow today, so of course it made sense that Hayden was slowly carving a path through the piles of powdery white that had accumulated on the streets overnight. Edmond, had he known, likely would have told her to take the day off, but a day off in the book store and a day off at home largely looked the same to her. It made no sense not to go in, and besides, the man was away on business. It wasn't like he could stop her. She’d seen a few others...