Chapter Twelve
Of course, she’d had to wear the blue shirt today. The one that made him want to drown in her big blue eyes. With a grunt of frustration, Travis crushed the empty paper cup and tossed it in the nearest trash bin as he walked down Main.
Four construction trailers stood in the middle of the street. Reconstruction would begin in earnest today. That would give everyone something positive to focus on for the remainder of the long, hot summer. With luck, some of the buildings would be finished in time for the holidays. He could only hope.
But even the prospect of a brand new Main Street wasn’t enough to pull his thoughts from Elaine for more than a second. She’d looked so sweet and uncertain, standing there, staring up at him. The urge to fist his hand in her ponytail and tilt
