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Contents Title Page Copyright Notice Dedication Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen Chapter Sixteen Chapter Seventeen Chapter Eighteen Chapter Nineteen Chapter Twenty Chapter Twenty-One Chapter Twenty-Two Chapter Twenty-Three Chapter Twenty-Four Chapter Twenty-Five Chapter Twenty-Six Chapter Twenty-Seven Acknowledgments Also by Paige Shelton About the Author Newsletter Sign-up Copyright Guide Cover Title Page Dedication Contents CHAPTER ONE Acknowledgments Copyright Pagebreaks of the print version Cover Page iii v 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 41 42 43 44 45 46 47 48 49 50 51 52 53 54 55 56 57 58 59 60 61 62 63 64 65 66 67 68 69 70 71 72 73 74 75 76 77 79 80 81 82 83 84 85 86 87 89 90 91 92 93 94 95 96 97 98 99 100 101 102 103 105 106 107 108 109 111 112 113 114 115 116 117 118 119 120 121 122 123 124 125 126 127 128 129 130 131 132 133 134 135 136 137 138 139 140 141 142 143 144 145 146 147 148 149 150 151 152 153 155 156 157 158 159 160 161 162 163 165 166 167 168 169 170 171 172 173 174 175 176 177 178 179 180 181 182 183 184 185 186 187 188 189 190 191 192 193 194 195 196 197 198 199 200 201 202 203 204 205 206 207 208 209 210 211 212 213 214 215 217 218 219 220 221 222 223 224 225 226 227 228 229 230 231 232 233 234 235 236 237 238 239 241 242 243 244 245 246 247 248 249 250 251 252 253 254 255 256 257 258 259 260 261 262 263 264 265 266 267 269 270 271 272 273 274 275 276 277 278 279 280 281 282 283 284 285 286 287 288 289 290 291 292 293 295 296 ii iv Begin Reading Table of Contents About the Author Copyright Page Thank you for buying this St. Martin’s Publishing Group ebook. To receive special offers, bonus content, and info on new releases and other great reads, sign up for our newsletters. Or visit us online at us.macmillan.com/newslettersignup For email updates on the author, click here. The author and publisher have provided this e-book to you for your personal use only. You may not make this e-book publicly available in any way. Copyright infringement is against the law. If you believe the copy of this e-book you are reading infringes on the author’s copyright, please notify the publisher at: us.macmillanusa.com/piracy. For my grandmother Ruth, who, long ago now, always found me the best thrift-store treasures. Miss you. Love you. CHAPTER ONE I hoisted the velvet-lined box onto the table. “Delaney?” the man behind the table asked, his blue eyes peering at me over round wire-rimmed glasses perched at the end of his nose. “I am.” I smiled and extended a hand. “You must be Michael.” “Guilty.” He smiled too as we shook over the table. The gray hair that circled his head tufted out around his ears. I didn’t think he was a full five feet tall, and even with just a couple of words, I could tell his Scottish accent was strong. But I’d been in Scotland long enough not to have to strain too hard to understand—if he spoke slowly enough. “Thank you for taking the time to talk to me today. This place is busy.” “Aye, it usually is on Saturdays, but I’ve a few moments.” “If a customer stops by, I’ll step back.” Michael nodded. “Much appreciated.” I’d come to meet Michael at a place I would have called an antiques mall back in Kansas. My grandmother had loved shopping at them. She’d also loved her weekly Goodwill trips, adventures I’d joined her on willingly because I’d always come out a winner, finding a new toy or doll that had barely been used but was sure to thrive under my love. The Scotland Antiques Center was a large old warehouse fitted with tables and stalls that displayed so many different wares that my head swam as I’d made my way toward Michael’s stall. My boss and the owner of the bookshop where I worked, Edwin, told me he wouldn’t allow himself to visit the center because he wasn’t immune from thinking there was yet another sort of collection he might need to begin, and his good sense told him that he’d begun enough already. I agreed with him. I was still busy going through the vast amount of collections he’d accumulated over the years. It would be nice to catch up before adding something else. In fact, it was one of these collections that had brought me to the center—well, technically, Michael had been the draw. When I’d researched local experts on the type of items I was working to organize and catalogue, his name had come up time and time again. “Michael Norway, Local Spectacle and Monocle Expert,” his website and Facebook page had said. Judging by the pieces over his display tables, I knew I’d found the right person. “What can I do for you, lass?” he asked. I put my hand on the top of the box. “I work at The Cracked Spine in Grassmarket. It’s a bookshop, but the owner of the shop, Edwin MacAlister—” Michael laughed. “Och, lass, I’ve heard of him. All of us in the trade have. We all knew about his very