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“Yep. We’ll have our very own art gallery in Harbor Falls. I’m super excited about it and wasted no time telling some of the girls.”

“I’m sure you didn’t waste any time, Annie.” Colin smirked.

I gave him a small smile as Annie announced she had to go.

“Thanks again for the chicken pot pie,” I said as I walked her to the door.

“You’re welcome. Maybe Colin would like some,” she whispered to me.

I sighed, shut the door, and returned to the living room.

“You can believe you’re the talk of Harbor Falls now.” He chuckled.

“All good, I hope.”

“Annie seems to like you already, so I’m sure it’s all good. If I hear anything bad, I’ll let you know.”

“Thanks.” I laughed.

“I better get going.” He headed towards the door.

I bit down on my bottom lip, and the words flew out of my mouth.

“Why don’t you stay for some chicken pot pie? As a thank you for helping with my TV.”

“Sure. I’d like that.” The corners of his mouth curved upward.

“Great. Have a seat, and I’ll get it ready.”

“Let me help. Where are the plates?” he asked.

I turned to him and laughed.

“I don’t remember which cabinet I put them in.”

“Found them.” Colin grinned.

I took the chicken pot pie and set it on a hot pad in the middle of the table. Grabbing some silverware, I laid them down next to the plates. Cutting into the pot pie, steam emerged from it as I carefully took a piece and put it on his plate, and then placed a piece on mine.

“Wow.” My eyes widened. “This is delicious.”

“Annie Fricks is known for her cooking and baking around here. She may be the town gossip, but she sure is a great cook,” Colin said.

CHAPTER9

Colin

“So, what made you decide to open up an art gallery?” I asked, thinking I would take this time over dinner to try and get to know her better.

“Well, back in New York, I worked as an art curator in a museum. Art has always been a passion of mine since childhood. My parents were huge art collectors, and every Saturday morning, my mom would take my sister and me to different art galleries. She was always on the hunt for something new. I’ve known ever since I could remember that I always wanted to open up my very own art gallery.”

I sat there mesmerized by her and carefully listened to every word she spoke. Not only was she beautiful on the outside, but I could also tell she had a beautiful soul.

“What made you move from the big city to this small town?”

She stared into my eyes, and I could tell she was hesitant to answer my question.

“I grew tired of city life and wanted a change.”

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