Rain lashed against the bookstore window, blurring the world outside. Evelyn, nose deep in a well-worn paperback, barely noticed. A gust of wind rattled the door, and a man stumbled in, shaking water from his hair. He looked like a drowned cat, all rumpled clothes and sheepish smiles. "Sorry about that," he mumbled, brushing droplets off his worn leather jacket. Evelyn looked up, startled by the interruption. Their eyes met, and for a moment, the rain was the only sound. He had kind eyes, the...