He darted forward and took her elbow to help her up. Once she was on her feet, she turned toward him. The autumn light fell through the maple leaves and danced across her features. High cheekbones, full lips. She was gorgeous… and completely different from Abigail. Grief punched him in the heart and derailed the musing. Guilt for noticing an attractive woman that wasn’t Abigail followed close behind, but he ignored it. Life went on. He couldn’t stop it. No matter how much he wanted to sometimes. Miss Martin could be good for him. She might like coffee.
