Chapter 21
He arched an eyebrow, leaning against the front desk as he watched her. “Besides… who insisted I stay last night?”
The staff member behind the counter lowered her head, chuckling quietly.
Scott watched Pamela’s fair skin flush crimson in an instant.
Flustered, she tugged his sleeve and pulled him away, muttering under her breath, “Scott Brown! You’re still as shameless as ever!”
Dragging two suitcases behind her, Scott followed without a word, smiling.
After settling into their hotel and resting briefly, they visited a pottery boutique nearby.
Though compact, the shop displayed exquisite ceramics under the care of a solitary owner.
Pamela stood transfixed before the dazzling array of crafts.
Trailing quietly behind, Scott smiled, pleased his chosen destination delighted her. She’d always loved handmade cre- ations-why else would she have crafted that Personal Scrapbook for him?
The owner greeted them with a nod, telling them to browse freely.
As if rehearsed, Scott guided Pamela past a partition curtain.
Beyond lay a compact studio for hands-on pottery work.
Seeing their interest, the owner supplied tools.
Scott observed Pamela’s fascination with the clay, her attention wholly absorbed. Unbothered, he rejoiced in her vi- brant focus. “What do you want to make?”
She pointed decisively at a pair of couple mugs displayed on the wall. “Matching ones. We don’t have any couple items yet.”
Nodding approval, Scott retrieved the mugs-one cat, one dog-and set them down.
Pamela promptly claimed the cat mug for reference, pulling up Ginger Tabby’s photo on her phone. “I’m making Gin- ger’s mug.”
“Can’t have fun while forgetting him.”
Scott’s eyes crinkled with tender amusement. “You know what you remind me of right now?”
Pamela glanced up, perplexed, as his low voice rippled with laughter.
“Like a mom traveling far away, worried sick about leaving her child alone.”
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