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

by Laurie Gilmore

almost as much as it seemed to surprise

Activity and noise and lights and bodies swirled around her, but Noah only saw her. It was as though everything else was blurred but Hazel was crystal clear.

Hazel was everything. Hazel was getting lost-in-your-favorite-book good, sun-on-your-face good, the-perfect-cup-of–coffee good. If Noah thought helping her these past two months, spending time with her, tasting her, touching her, was going to get her out of his system, he was a bigger idiot than even he realized.

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

Every screw up. Every rough day at sea. Every fight with his family, with himself. It had all led him here. He was meant to be here. With her.