Chapter 61

While I berated myself for my ridiculous behavior, my stomach growled. And, as if he had heard my insides rumbling, René looked up to see my truck parked outside his glass window, and smiled.

* * * *

As soon as René turned the sign to “Open” and unlocked the door, I rushed inside, not only because I was hungry, but it was also warmer in there. The heater in my truck was on the fritz. Mmm, the decadent scents of spices, bread, chocolate…well, you get the idea. This early in the morning, I was the only one in line. That would change later on. During the busy months, René hired some extra hands to help him with the huge crowds he attracted to his shop.