Chapter Four
The store was filled with customers that afternoon. Christopher Briggs, as he had so many times, hung about the counter where Aimee took customer’s money in trade for the goods they purchased. He was smitten. She was such a pretty thing, innocent, gracious, with a glorious laugh that seemed to penetrate through his clothes and set his bones afire. Perhaps it was more than just her laughter that enamored him to her, but he’d never admit to anything gross or untoward.
Aimee, in turn, smiled bashfully when Christopher was around. The man was a dream with his curly brown hair, a broad smile, and what appeared to her as a perfectly sculptured body. He actually reminded her of Terrance—but only in their outward appearance. Nothing about their character was remotely similar. Chris
