A casual meeting was all. I was shopping, looking for a special gift for my friend. Helen was an avid reader, especially loved romantic history, so it was not easy to find. I happened to hear of a special bookstore in town and was standing outside this day.
As I entered the building, I felt the nuance of old books, and romance. I can’t really explain, it just washed over me as soon as I stepped in the door. The jangle of the door warning bells woke me up from this enjoyable stupor and I walked in.
It was then I saw it–leather bound tome with an arrow symbol on the cover. As I touched it, a shiver ran up my arm. “Not this one” a voice warned. I looked up, and I saw him.