Chapter 14 Honeyed Kisses and Unwelcome Visitors

The next morning, the sun rose over Briar Glen like a warm peach, spilling soft golden light across the floorboards of Wren & Whimsy.

I stood behind the counter, staring blankly at a jar of dried marigolds. My fingers were lightly pressed against my lips, which were still tingling with the memo...

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