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“Let me guess… A certain flower?”

“No. You, Abs. Coconut.”

“My shampoo?”

“And vanilla, I think,” she added.

“My body wash has vanilla in it.”

“That’s what I smell. You. I like it.” She breathed Abby in again.

When the bell over the door clanged, Quinn closed her eyes, wishing that she would’ve just left the damn door locked so that she wouldn’t have to stop holding this woman in her arms like this.

“I should…”

“I know. Is it all right if I stay back here and hang out?”

“You can stay the whole day, if you want to. We can grab lunch and leave together when I close.” She kissed Abby on the cheek.

“You won’t get sick of me?” Abby asked, teasing her as Quinn turned her around in her arms.

“Um… After about six centuries, I think the odds of that happening are slim to nil.” She cupped Abby’s cheek and kissed her on the lips this time. “I’ll come back as soon as I can. Feel free to look at the photos while I’m up there.”

“Okay,” Abby replied and kissed her back quickly.

Quinn reluctantly turned and headed to the front of the shop, where she saw a couple; a man, who looked completely disinterested and staring down at his phone, and a woman, who appeared to actually want to be there.

“Hello,” Quinn greeted. “Just let me know if you need anything.”

The man didn’t look up, but the woman gave her a littlesmile and continued to look at the items on display.

“Honey, the game starts soon. How long are you going to be?”

“As long as I want, Grant. I told you I wanted us to spend the day together. You should’ve recorded that stupid football game.”

“I can’t record it. It’s a game. I need to watch it live. And you didn’t say anything about going antiquing. We were going to have breakfast and go home.”

“No, I never said we’d go home,” the woman replied. “I said the whole day.”

“It’s Sunday.”

“We can’t do it on Saturday because it’s college football season. Sunday is the NFL. We both work Monday through Friday. When am I supposed to get a day with my husband?”

“When it’s not football season,” he suggested.

“Let’s never be like them,” Abby whispered in her ear.

Quinn had felt her come up beside her, but she’d been engrossed in the lover’s quarrel in her shop.

“I don’t even like football, so I think we’re good,” she joked.

Abby laughed and leaned into her side.

CHAPTER 42

Before spending the rest of the day at Quinn’s shop, Abby had decided to run home first to pick up her computer along with the photos she had of Deb and Harriet and the one of Cheryl and Diana so that everything would be in one place, and they could look through it all at once. To do that, she took Quinn’s car, since they’d driven together, and noted how easily they’d fallen into this relationship after the initial confusion and overwhelming parts had been sorted out. She grabbed her computer, tucked the photos carefully into her bag, and then, she returned to Main Street, where she found parking on the street this time. Before she headed back to Jordan Antiques, though, she went to the coffee shop that didn’t have the bitter stuff and picked up two cups for them along with some pastries since it wasn’t likely that they’d be heading out to lunch.

When she returned, she finally saw what had Quinn keeping the doors open. The small shop was packed with people. Most were probably not going to buy anything – in fact, she saw two people leave with no purchases when she got to the door to go back in – but at least a dozen people were milling about, and three people were in line. Quinn was behind the counter, ringing someone up for a purchase. She looked up and smiled when Abby appeared. Abby dropped her stuff in the back and headed out to the front again.