Summer Thorne stopped dead in her tracks.
Because she not only saw The Old Corner Bookstore, but also a black sedan parked in front of it.
At that very moment, a sharp, cold gaze pierced through the open car window, landing on her from the side.
Mason Crawford.
Summer Thorne thought she must be seeing things.
'After all, how could Mason Crawford possibly be here? And how could he just so happen to appear right in front of me?'
The next moment, however, Summer Thorne's thought was proven wrong.
Because Mason Crawford, sitting in the car, turned his head and looked straight at her.
The instant she saw his face clearly, Summer Thorne's heart instinctively tightened.
But it wasn't because she was afraid of him.
Rather, she had other worries on her mind.
'Is Mason Crawford being here a coincidence?'
'Could there be such a coincidence?'
'But if it's not, then what's his purpose?'
'He can't have come all this way just to see what I'm doing here, can he?'
