The Cinnamon Bun Book Store (Dream Harbor, #2)

by Laurie Gilmore

How lucky that something so beautiful existed mere blocks from her house.

but what do you believe in? What makes the world make sense to you?’ She stared past him down the beach, the crease between her brows deepening and he could tell she was really considering it before she answered. He liked that about her. Hazel didn’t say things unless she meant them. It made everything she said that much more important. ‘Good books,’ she said after a minute, her gaze returning to his. ‘Good friends. Good food.’

What did Hazel know? Well, at the moment, she knew she was happy for rainy days and ooey-gooey breakfast treats.

His voice was low and rough like those two words meant so much more than he spoke out loud. Like maybe he meant, me too, you’re my favorite person, too. Me too, I have all my favorite days with you.

Because what more did one need besides good friends, good books, and the occasional cinnamon bun?

He should get her inside, make her some tea, tuck her in his bed, never let her go.

does anyone ever really believe they’ll find something like this? That someone will love them for who they really are?