Bittersweet (True North, #1)

by Sarina Bowen

I thought about it for a second. “I have a few Blue Pearmain trees.” “Are they blue?” Audrey looked positively giddy. “They’re blueish. Blue for an apple. Henry David Thoreau wrote about ’em. They were his favorite variety. That ought to give your snobby pastry guy a big boner.”

And—hey—have you been to that gelato shop in Hanover?” “What? No.” “Now there’s something to live for.

Aww- Morano’s? Too bad it closed :(