"Pull over to the side." He pressed on the intercom, alerting the driver of his instruction.
It was just an impulse to stop when he saw the shop on the corner. He automatically thought of his wife and how she would love a present.
He had been away for a few days and so busy lately that he barely had time to spend with her. Somehow, he knew he felt guilty for leaving her.
"I want a dozen of those." Lance knew how much she loved her roses. So when he saw some beautiful bunch, he had to buy them.
But that was not the flowers that had caught his eye when he asked for the car to stop. It was the shop next door.
He remembered how Camille loved to collect old artifacts. And the antique shop seemed to hold some fascinating items that caught his fancy.
"What can you tell me about this?" He asked the white-haired man who stood by the counter when he entered the tiny shop.
