Love On Trial
Chapter One
The little coffee shop was crowded, its spotless white linen tablecloths and
tempting aromas drawing a maximum crowd, but the two stubborn young women
weren't discouraged. They managed to find one empty table and collapsed into the
dainty chairs, spilling their packages onto the floor with weary sighs.
"I thought you said the stores would all be empty on a day this hot," Marty
reminded her friend with a glare over the single rose in its ceramic budvase.
The slender young blonde only smiled, her amber eyes sparkling. "I didn't say
empty of what," she laughed.
"Oh, Siri," her friend moaned, "you're just impossible!"
Cyrene Jamesson studied the oversized menu with silent amusement, warming to the
sound of her nickname. No one called her Cyrene except Mark; but, then, her
conservative-minded boyfriend never called anyone by a nickname.
She put the menu aside after making an instant decision, and watched Marty frown
uncertainly over the varieties of coffee and pastries.
"Why not close your eyes and point at one?" Siri suggested helpfully.
"That's easy for you to say," c ... read full excerpt from: Love on Trial ebook
