Chapter 1Joshua Hansen fought to look up from his novel when the door chime in the small convenience store that he owned dinged.
“Hi. Are you the owner?” a woman in a long black gown asked.
“I am,” Joshua said, raising an eyebrow as he looked at her and the crowd of people with whom she’d entered.
“Wonderful,” a tall man in white robes said.
“He looks so nice,” a woman in a nun’s habit said. “I know he’ll say yes.”
At six-three, with dark blond hair, and a swimmer’s build, Joshua was used to people assuming he was nice. It’s what made it easy for him when he modeled, and it’s what made it easy for him as a convenience store owner. Still, he just wished people would get to know him first. After all, he could also be an asshole.
“Of course he will,” a man that Joshua assumed was a Budd
