“So. Who is Ainslon? I can’t recall ever hearing that name before,” Callie asked after she dragged Lauren back to her office and shut the door.
Lauren loved her sister, but at times she could be trying. They’d been mistaken for a couple a few times and she’d wanted to make sure Ainslon hadn’t come to the same conclusions. While she and Callie both had their papa’s brown eyes, Lauren’s complexion and hair were dark like his, but Callie took after their mother with a lighter complexion.
“Who is she?” Callie asked again.
“She owns a bookstore and is looking for Colin’s birthday present.” Lauren paced in front of the window, disappointed that Ainslon had left so abruptly. It took all her restraint not to kiss her instead of giving her the chocolate.
“And?”
Lauren watched the customers dow
