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“I love you, too," he said. "I've loved you since the first second I saw you." Adrienne tried to speak but the noise she made sounded like water trying to pass through a clogged drain. What was he saying? Finally, she managed a whisper. "You mean, in the parking lot?" "My heart fell on its knees in front of you. I thought maybe I could wait tables. Someone told me it was a piece of cake. Your purple jacket. Your rosy cheeks. And then you inhaled that breakfast like you hadn't eaten in three days. My heart was prostrate at your feet." "You're kidding." "I've loved you since that very first morning." "I don't believe you." "You can ask Fiona," Thatcher said. "After you left I went back into the kitchen and told Fiona that I had fallen in love with a woman named Adrienne Dealey and that everyone else would fall in love with her, too." "You said that to Fiona?" "I did." Adrienne thought back to her first conversation with Fiona when Adrienne told her the Parrishes wanted her to bring their bread. Thatcher was right about you, then. Right about me how? I mean, what did he say... "Caren loves you. The Parrishes. Mario. Mario wanted to ask you out and I told him if he did, I would fire him. He didn't speak to me for three days.”

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The Blue Bistro

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Elin Hilderbrand
Elin Hilderbrand

Elin Hilderbrand is an American author known for her heartwarming family novels. Her works are typically set in Massachusetts and tell stories about love, family, and friendship. more

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