Crazy Sweet Love: Contemporary Romance Novella, Clean Interracial Romantic Comedy (Flower Shop Romance Book 3) by Marisa Logan
Authors: Marisa Logan
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Book Description
Being assistant curator at a historical railroad museum isn't as glamorous as Amy Loch once thought it would be. There are stressful grade school tours, janitorial duties she has to help out with, and a broken clock that the museum can't afford to fix.
Though the job does have its perks. Such as when she touches the heart of a sweet little boy, then catches the eye of his father.
Without even searching for romance, Amy finds herself forging a connection with someone she never expected. After a stroke of serendipity brings them together, Amy discovers a chance to mend a hole in a broken family, and, with the help of her new friends, restore a piece of history.
Chapter 1
“Look out!” I called back to the train passengers as we came around a bend in the track. “There's bandits!”
Nearly a hundred second-graders hollered and squealed as the “bandits” hopped onto the train in a feat of daring acrobatics, firing their cap guns. Of course, the train was only going about five miles per hour, but for the kids, this was always the most exciting part of the trip.
“Hands up, ye varmits!” John called out, waving his toy gun at the nearest kids. Their hands shot up, even as they giggled and pointed at him. John's costume was about as cliched as a railroad bandit could get, right down to the red neckerchief he was using as a mask. “This here's a robbery!”
“Oh no!” I called out, staying in character while I worked on the train's controls. “Can anyone save us?”
As if on cue, one of the braver kids rushed forward and karate chopped John's hand. John played it smooth, crying out in faux-pain and dropping his gun. The kid grabbed it and fired several times, shouting “Bang, bang!” in time with the popping of the caps.
The kids applauded. John dropped to his knees and pulled a white handkerchief from his pocket, waving it around in the air. “I surrender!” he cried out. The other bandit dropped his gun and threw his hands into the air, to avoid meeting John's cruel fate.
The train pulled back up to the museum's rear entrance while the kids were still applauding. “Okay, passengers,” I said, putting the parking brake on and standing up to get their attention. “It's time for lunch, and then we've got a special show all about the history of the American railroad. Find your partners, and follow Rebecca. She'll show you to the cafeteria.”
The kids started getting off the train, along with the handful of parents who'd come along as chaperones. Their teacher, Mrs. Szabo, stood waiting at the door to count heads as the kids walked past her in pairs. The museum always implemented a buddy system for school trips, so that the kids would help keep their partners accountable. It usually worked. Usually.
Towards the end of the line, I noticed a little blonde-haired girl walking alone. I checked her paper name tag, in the shape of a train, naturally, and saw her name was Laura.
“Laura, dear,” I said, bending down to meet her at eye level. “Where's your partner?”
She looked away, shy, and tried to walk past me. I followed her and moved in front of her so she had to stop. “Laura, I asked you a question,” I said, using my calm, patient, yet authoritative voice.
“Are we missing someone?” Mrs. Szabo asked. She looked up and down the train, but there was no one still on board.
I crouched down in front of Laura and touched her arm. “Laura, sweetie, who was your partner?”
She kept looking away, refusing to make eye contact. But I didn't let her off the hook. Finally, she whispered, “TJ.”
“Oh,” Mrs. Szabo said. “Of course.”
I stood up and raised an eyebrow at her. “Does he do this sort of thing a lot?”
She sighed and nodded. “He tends to run off when he's upset. Usually he hides in the woods behind the school. Or wherever else he can squeeze himself into. He's got...family issues at
Book Description
Being assistant curator at a historical railroad museum isn't as glamorous as Amy Loch once thought it would be. There are stressful grade school tours, janitorial duties she has to help out with, and a broken clock that the museum can't afford to fix.
Though the job does have its perks. Such as when she touches the heart of a sweet little boy, then catches the eye of his father.
Without even searching for romance, Amy finds herself forging a connection with someone she never expected. After a stroke of serendipity brings them together, Amy discovers a chance to mend a hole in a broken family, and, with the help of her new friends, restore a piece of history.
Chapter 1
“Look out!” I called back to the train passengers as we came around a bend in the track. “There's bandits!”
Nearly a hundred second-graders hollered and squealed as the “bandits” hopped onto the train in a feat of daring acrobatics, firing their cap guns. Of course, the train was only going about five miles per hour, but for the kids, this was always the most exciting part of the trip.
“Hands up, ye varmits!” John called out, waving his toy gun at the nearest kids. Their hands shot up, even as they giggled and pointed at him. John's costume was about as cliched as a railroad bandit could get, right down to the red neckerchief he was using as a mask. “This here's a robbery!”
“Oh no!” I called out, staying in character while I worked on the train's controls. “Can anyone save us?”
As if on cue, one of the braver kids rushed forward and karate chopped John's hand. John played it smooth, crying out in faux-pain and dropping his gun. The kid grabbed it and fired several times, shouting “Bang, bang!” in time with the popping of the caps.
The kids applauded. John dropped to his knees and pulled a white handkerchief from his pocket, waving it around in the air. “I surrender!” he cried out. The other bandit dropped his gun and threw his hands into the air, to avoid meeting John's cruel fate.
The train pulled back up to the museum's rear entrance while the kids were still applauding. “Okay, passengers,” I said, putting the parking brake on and standing up to get their attention. “It's time for lunch, and then we've got a special show all about the history of the American railroad. Find your partners, and follow Rebecca. She'll show you to the cafeteria.”
The kids started getting off the train, along with the handful of parents who'd come along as chaperones. Their teacher, Mrs. Szabo, stood waiting at the door to count heads as the kids walked past her in pairs. The museum always implemented a buddy system for school trips, so that the kids would help keep their partners accountable. It usually worked. Usually.
Towards the end of the line, I noticed a little blonde-haired girl walking alone. I checked her paper name tag, in the shape of a train, naturally, and saw her name was Laura.
“Laura, dear,” I said, bending down to meet her at eye level. “Where's your partner?”
She looked away, shy, and tried to walk past me. I followed her and moved in front of her so she had to stop. “Laura, I asked you a question,” I said, using my calm, patient, yet authoritative voice.
“Are we missing someone?” Mrs. Szabo asked. She looked up and down the train, but there was no one still on board.
I crouched down in front of Laura and touched her arm. “Laura, sweetie, who was your partner?”
She kept looking away, refusing to make eye contact. But I didn't let her off the hook. Finally, she whispered, “TJ.”
“Oh,” Mrs. Szabo said. “Of course.”
I stood up and raised an eyebrow at her. “Does he do this sort of thing a lot?”
She sighed and nodded. “He tends to run off when he's upset. Usually he hides in the woods behind the school. Or wherever else he can squeeze himself into. He's got...family issues at
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