“Harrison, Jack Harrison.”
Kerry typed in the information and stared at the screen. “Wow…you really are a writer. How long you been doing this?”
“Ten years.”
Kerry scrolled quickly through the list of Jack’s titles. “Which one should I read first?”
“Read Love Comes Quietly. It’s a sweet pioneer story, one of my first.”
Kerry tapped on his screen then put his phone away again. “I’ve never met a writer before. Maybe if it stays slow I’ll read it later.”
Jack melted with Kerry’s adoration. “I hope you enjoy.”
Kerry pulled his ringing phone out of his pocket and held up a finger. He pointed to the phone and with a nod, mouthed, “Sorry,” grabbed the coffee carafe, and strode to a place he could talk away from customers. Facing away from Jack, Kerry bobbed his head as he spoke.
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