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pulled them out of the pocket of her leather coat, putting them on the counter.
    “Wow. These are beautiful. Where’d you get your hands on these?” His eyes narrowed. “You’re kinda young to have one Rolex, let alone two.”
    Shit. What are you going to do now, Avery?
    “They were a gift from my father. He gave them to me for high school and college graduation.” The lie rolled right off her lips. It concerned her at times like these how easily lies came to mind. She tried to not look nervously at the man.
    “Well, let me go to the backroom and check out the value for these. I’ll come right back with a price for ya. Look around and enjoy yourself. I’ll be about ten to fifteen minutes.” He winked at her, walking away with the watches.
    Avery meandered around the store, looking at swords, baseball cards, comic books, and dolls. The shop had an amazing record collection. She was totally engrossed in looking at the records from the seventies and eighties when she heard the bell above the door jingle. She glanced over her shoulder to see a police officer walk in. Her heart leapt in her chest.
    Oh God, is he here for me?
    Avery contemplated simply leaving, but if the cop wasn’t there for her, that would make her look guilty. And she needed the money for her car payment, she had to wait. Unsure of what to do, she focused on the stack of albums in front of her, trying to look casual.
    “Excuse me, ma’am?” The police officer suddenly said, standing behind her.
    Avery gasped, turning around. “Yes, Sir?”
    “Are you Avery Rose Beauchamp?” The officer questioned, looking at his notebook verifying her name.
    “Yes, Sir. Is something wrong?” She swore her heart was going to beat right out of her chest.
    “Miss Avery Rose Beauchamp, you’re under arrest for stealing two Rolex watches from Paula and David Johnson. In addition, you’re under arrest for possession of stolen goods and trying to sell the previously stated stolen goods.” He handcuffed her and read her her Miranda rights.
    Avery knew enough about the law to keep her mouth shut and go with the officer without a fight.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 2
     
    Preston was annoyed with the commute from his new house. It was only thirty minutes but with the chores and fixing up his house needed, he found himself increasingly tired — waking up earlier was putting a strain on him. He had been at Dixon and Gordon Law Offices for over ten years and had established himself as a skilled attorney with a good reputation. He didn’t like having to drive to Nashville from his house in Old Hickory, but it was necessary at this point. He would just have to that get used to it, like everything else in his life.
    He stretched his long legs out of his Mercedes, standing to his full height. He adjusted his dark suit, pulling on the length of his sleeves so the correct amount of dress shirt was visible past the hem of the jacket. He reached into the car, pulling out his briefcase. He quickly ran his fingers through his dark hair, fixing it after his drive in with the windows open. He inhaled the fresh spring air, looking up he couldn’t see a cloud in the sky and there were geese flying overhead announcing with their honking that they were home for summer. A new beginning — for him and for his house.
    He’d always wanted an old house, one with orchards, barns, little buildings and shacks with the possibility of horses, dogs, and chickens. He couldn’t believe his fortune when a fellow lawyer’s sister who was a real estate agent found this beautiful house from the 1860s that had great potential. The elderly couple that had owned it had been there their whole marriage, and none of their children wanted to move back home to keep the house. The wife had been born and raised in that house. There were antiques everywhere. The attic, barns, out-buildings and sheds were filled with old tools, china, stoneware, tables, stoves, trunks, dresses and much, much more.