Chapter Five
Lissa
“Did Garret find his wallet?” Mrs. Hummel’s question drew me from my musings about that very man.
I turned to find her watching me from the doorway of the library I dusted with more vigor than necessary. “He did.”
She nodded, but waited as though I had more to share.
Tired of talking, I went back to my work, swiping at imaginary dust on a coffee table’s polished top. Her stare remained on me—I could feel her questioning gaze.
“Why?” I finally asked, turning once more, my brow furrowed. “We come from different worlds, Mrs. Hummel. What could possibly come from your blatant attempts to throw us at one another?”
Her face softened, a small smile tugging at my heart. “He’s been through the ringer, too, child. I’m thinking there’s enough shared heartache between the two
