Chapter 5

“I think I know you, but I’m not really sure,” Persimmon said. “You run that tea company, right?”

Tate grinned, nodding. Humbly, he said, “I guess a lot of people know me. Channing is small. Sometimes too small for privacy.”

“I think you’re extremely handsome,” Persimmon murmured.

Although Tate heard what the bookseller said, he asked, “Excuse me. What was that?”

Cherry-cheeked with perspiration on his brow, Persimmon cleared his throat and nervously replied, “Let me run this card through.”

Attractive, pleasant to talk to, Tate thought the man behind the register area fun and funny. He signed a presented credit card receipt for the transaction and passed it back to the retailer.

Persimmon bagged the book and placed a receipt inside. He passed Tate his purchase.

Again, their fingers touched.