Free My Sweet Valentine by Jill Sanders

could take up so much room?
     

Chapter Six

    “ W hat about this one?” Allison stood next to a small desk in one of the largest antique stores in Edgeview. Sara walked over to it and looked down. The desk looked solid, but there were a few scratches on the top. Nothing that couldn't be sanded out. She didn't like the light stain either, but supposed once she sanded it she could always stain it a darker color. The size was right and she liked the design. Taking out her measuring tape from her purse, she checked that it would fit in her small office.
     
    “Yes, it's perfect.” She smiled at her friend. “Now all I need is a chair.” She looked around the room. “Maybe we can find something over there.” Sara marked the desk with a yellow tag to show that the item was taken then followed Allison into a smaller room that had over a hundred old chairs.
     
    It was just after lunch and so far that morning they had already found four small, round maple tables for the front eating area, and two high-top tables that matched. Then she'd stumbled upon the perfect mission-slat-backed chairs. There had even been some higher ones for the high-top tables. She'd purchased a few extra chairs and decided to make a mock waiting area for custom orders.
     
    Now all they needed was an office chair for her and a small table for just inside the door where customers could place their dirty dishes and silverware.
     
    “Are you really going to make breakfast sandwiches?” Allison asked as she turned a chair around to get a better look at it.
     
    “That's the plan. I've got this recipe for these yummy honey bread buns that go great with eggs and ham. I'll also have bacon and turkey sausage, but I like them with ham the best.” Sara sat in a chair, trying it out, but when she leaned back, the entire chair almost fell over. Shaking her head, she got up and continued looking.
     
    “What about custom cakes? Like wedding cakes? Have you done a wedding cake yet?” Allison looked eager.
     
    “You're already married, silly.” She smiled at her friend.
     
    “Not for me.” Allison rolled her eyes. “I spent weeks drawing my own wedding cake, but I found I just didn't have the talent for it.” Her friend smiled and pointed to a dark cherry chair, the same color she'd been thinking she would stain the desk.
     
    “Oh, it's perfect.” They walked toward it, “Let's just hope it's as comfortable as it is beautiful.”
    When she sat down in it, she closed her eyes and sighed. This was what she'd been thinking of. Dreaming of. This was a chair she could sit and relax in for a few minutes and do some paperwork in. She held her breath as she leaned back a little, testing the chair out. When it leaned back smoothly and stopped short of tipping her out backwards, she tried the swivel and was rewarded with a smooth ride.
    “Perfection.” She smiled at her friend.
     
    “Good, now we can get all this delivered and go have a cup of coffee.”
     
    An hour later, they sat in Starbucks on the busy side of Edgeview. It was right by the hospital and the large windows overlooked the emergency room doors.
     
    “I didn't know they'd opened this up here.” Sara frowned a little. “Didn't this used to be a gas station?”
     
    Allison laughed. “Yes, but shortly before Conner was born, they opened this up. It's in a perfect location, I think.” Her friend looked out towards the hospital. “I was just here the other day.” Allison chewed her bottom lip.
     
    “Oh? Is everything okay? Nothing wrong with Conner is there?”
     
    “No,” Her friend shook her head and smiled. “We were getting an ultrasound.”
     
    “Ultrasound? You mean…you’re pregnant?” When Allison nodded her head, Sara jumped up and hugged her.
     
    “Oh, congratulations. How far? What sex? I'm asking too many questions.” She laughed.
     
    “I'm fifteen weeks. According to the ultrasound and the nurse on duty, we're having a girl. But Iian keeps saying it's a