Henry walked into my candy shop as I was struggling with a small display case that wouldn’t sit right. In fact, the whole thing started to topple all at once. I sidestepped to try to catch it but missed. But Henry snatched it up in one hand before it crashed to the floor.

I had to use two hands to take it from him.

“The cord is too short,” he said. “It’s pulling it off balance.”

I gave him a once over. Not intending to be dirty, mind you. He was probably 21 to my 45, six-foot-something to my five-foot-something and quite a breathtaking specimen of maleness.

“Can I help you?” I practically stammered.

“I came in to get my mother’s chocolate order. She called in for a bunch of boxes for her employees,” he explained.... Leer Más