IT HAD TO BE YOU
“Do you have any books of poetry? Robert Barrett Browning, or maybe Elizabeth Barrett Browning?”
Mackenzie’s throat tightened. Her favorites…
“Certainly, right this way,” she said, leading them over a few rows, then down a short aisle. “All of our hardbacks are here. I have a few paperbacks in the used section.”
“Perfect.”
The girl let go of her boyfriend long enough to snatch a book off a shelf. Mackenzie nodded as the two bent their heads over the volume. Sighing, she headed back toward the counter.
Why should she be upset over a couple of kids mooning over Elizabeth and Robert and each other?