"What are you looking at?" Dante strolled over to Sarah as
he devoured the last of his lobster roll.
Sarah stood outside of the last house on Main Street,
looking into the window. "I like this shop."
The monstrous old home at the very end of the street
was aged and weathered, the paint peeling off the outside,
but every time she stepped into mara Ross's shop, she could
feel the use of history that club to the home. Dolls and
Things were a lovely, eclectic store, and Sarah adored it.
"Let's go in," Dante suggested, wrapping an arm around
her waist.
Sarah shrugged. "I ever buy anything. I just like the
store." She looked at the dolls in the window, noticing her
favorite—a large, blonde Victoria doll with blue eyes and a
red velvet dress—still hadn't sold.
Dante pulled open the door and held it for her. Sarah
went in, shooting him a broad smile as she passed through
the entrance.
She based around, examining the art on the walls
and the expert craftsmanship of some of the dolls. Mara
Ross had taken over the store from her mother when she'd
died a year or so ago, keeping the tradition of having a doll
maker in the town of Amesport. The skill had been passed
down for several generations. Sarah didn't hurry as she
looked at the additions, a habit that she'd developed
after spending the last week in Dante's company. It had
been the happiest week of her life.
Dante had taught her how to do things just for the fun
of doing them, and he'd seemed to enjoy it just as much as
she did. They took long walks together and sat out on the
beach for hours just to absorb the feel and the sound of the
ocean. Dante had gotten himself a bike, and they'd ridden
most of the bike trails in the area, stopping whenever they
felt like exploring. Unfortunately, Dante still hadn't gotten
over his insistence that she wear her protective gear, but at
At least he'd given up on the jeans and long-sleeved shirts after
Sarah had complained about suffocating in them with the
weather so warm.
She plays his massive piano at night, or they messed
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No ordinary Billionaire
RomanceDante Sinclair never cared about his family's money. All the ultra-sexy billionaire ever wanted was to be a cop and now that he's a homcide detective in Los Angeles, he's a damn good one. But when he is injured an...
