Finding Us (Pine Valley Book 5)

By: Heather B. Moore


He popped open the door of the patrol car, and by the time he climbed out, she’d taken the road that led to the rear parking lot of the bookshop. Leo walked along the sidewalk, and just as he reached the store front, the open sign flashed on.

He could see Felicity moving about inside. It relieved him to see her working. Her hair was pulled into a messy bun, and she wore turquoise-framed glasses, which incidentally matched the turquoise sweater beneath her dark jacket.

Leo was about to turn away and not bother her, when she looked toward the window. Their gazes connected, and he lifted a hand in a wave.

He had to go inside now.





Felicity stared at Leo through the window of the bookshop. He’d waved at her, but she couldn’t seem to react. She’d thought that after all they’d talked about last night, their relationship would fade into a casual nothingness.

Then she’d read his note on the kitchen table that morning. It had made her cry again. But now, she’d pulled herself together, and she was returning to her small and quiet life. The one in which she was fine living alone with her dog and having Livvy as a best friend. What more did she need? She’d talked to her parents that morning again, and she could tell they were relieved they no longer had to carry the secret. But there was no offer of a visit. It was like they wanted to move on—to forget they’d spent years raising her.

She watched Leo approach the door. He wore his police uniform, which meant he was on duty. That was both a good thing and a bad thing. Good because he could only talk for a couple of minutes, and bad because he’d have to leave in a couple of minutes.

Felicity understood more than ever why Livvy had told her every single woman in Pine Valley had her eye on Officer Russo. Not only did he look good in his uniform, or really, in whatever he wore, but he was probably the most generous person she knew.

Her pulse rate had already doubled just seeing him through the window.

She picked up a couple of books from a display table so that her hands would be occupied, and to prevent herself from throwing her arms about his neck and taking back everything she’d said about not wanting a relationship with him.

“Hi,” he said, coming into the bookshop.

His uniform set off the breadth of his shoulders and his trim waist. Look at his face, Felicity. That didn’t help keep her thoughts platonic. He hadn’t shaved today, and the dark scruff on his face made his jaw more angular.

“I’m wondering if you could recommend a book for a friend of mine,” Leo said, his warm, deep voice making her want to apologize profusely and go back to dating him.

Felicity exhaled and adjusted her glasses. She loved his voice, but she should probably focus on what he was saying. “What kind of books does your friend like to read?”

“All kinds.” His brown eyes were dark today, more serious. Maybe he hadn’t slept that well on her couch—who would? Or maybe it was everything going on with his dad? “You should see her home library,” he continued. “I’ll probably have to get a new release.”

“Oh, she’s a reader, huh?” she asked.

Leo smiled.

Another thing to love about him—his smile.

“She’s a huge reader.” Leo stepped past her, close enough that she caught his clean-spice scent. “How about this one?” He held up an Elana Johnson book. “The Billionaire’s Bodyguard?”

“Oh, that came in this week,” Felicity said.

“Is it good?”

“I haven’t read it yet, but it sounds good.” Felicity laughed. “I mean, not that I think billionaire stories are in any way connected to my life.”

“We all need an escape, right?” Leo’s gaze scanned her. “And I think my friend needs an escape, so I’ll get this one.”

Felicity raised her brows. “Are cops allowed to shop when they’re on duty?”

His mouth twitched with the promise of another smile. “Probably not technically, but I’m making an exception today.”

“Okay.” Felicity carried the book to the register and rang up the purchase. He followed her. “How’s your dad?” she asked.

Leo braced his hands on the counter. “He was being spoon-fed by a nurse when I stopped by this morning.”

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