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By:Amanda Horton



The nod was enough for Alec, and he hugged her tight and swept her off her feet.

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Lily stood at the till after counting out an entire day’s worth of sales. She had never seen so much money in all her life.


“Did well today, Alec noted as he kissed lily delicately on her cheek.”


“Thanks to you,” Lily gave credit where credit was due.


Alec had brought in so many loyal customers, that Lily was in awe each and every time someone stepped through the door. Naturally the sales went up and Lily had begun to form a strong relationship with publishing houses.





People were happy with her little shop, just as happy as she had been. She had even paid off most of her mortgage, and them barking back at her door was a distant memory and no longer a concern. She had even had enough to pay Holly for her time that she worked there. Things were finally playing in her favor. The best part of it all was the man that stood close to her; the man who had helped her during her desperate time.


She looked to him.


“What?” He asked, his lips turning into a smile.


“Thank you, Alec.”


“Well, its my business too now. And you don’t ever need to thank me. I love doing this with you. ”


“I love you.” She said, her eyes beginning to water.


“I love you, Lily.”


Alec locked the door as he pulled Lily into the back where they had made love. Lily thought back to that marvelous night. He lay with her as he did that night, pulling her close and tightly.





The bookshop offered a sweet calmness to the two of them. It was the epilogue of an exceptionally busy and agonizingly troubled couple of months, and Lily couldn’t think of a soul that she would have rather spent her time with than Alec.


A silence hung between them, but it was one of comfort, and not of awkwardness. Lily listened to the beat of Alec’s heart, and how well it synchronized with her own. She began to drift to sleep as Alec’s voice drew her from her near slumber.


A question came to her mind but she knew this was the right time to bring it up. “So, Rose then?”


Alec laughed as he responded, “ Yes mam and what if it’s a boy!”




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The sign above Cool Joe’s was blinking into life as the sun finally began to dip below the horizon, slowly plunging New York into a merciful darkness. The heat wave had, so far, been unbearable. Hot enough to melt the asphalt, her father would say. Claire smiled at the memory. She would have to stop by the house some time…then again, maybe not.

With a wave to Nick, a tall Roman god of a boy, who was tending the outside tables, Claire ducked into the stifling, beer-scented, interior of Cool Joe’s. Established in 2017, this was the oldest bar – restaurant on the boardwalk. It had a fine history and had managed to send land developers packing whenever they came knocking. In fact it was practically an icon, and Charlie kept the place buzzing by employing staff that looked more like models than bartenders and waiters.

Of course not all of Cool Joe’s neighbors had been lucky and many of the old places, including the amusement park, had closed down. Now ugly holiday apartment blocks rose, so close to the ocean that some of them even boasted rooms below the water line, for those who could afford a truly ocean view.

“You’re late,” Charlie sneered. He was a short man with a hanging paunch that his belt would never circumnavigate. His staff shirt, a light blue golf tee with Cool Joe’s silk-screened on it, was sweat-stained and he smelled of cigars.

Claire rushed behind the bar, aiming to shove her bag under the polished wood top, but Charlie’s hand closed over her arm.

“You’re not tending my bar looking like that,” he said and let go of her. “Go clean yourself up. My customers want pretty girls, not ones that look like they just ran The New York Marathon.”

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