Excerpt from Love Triumphs by Margaret Daley
The dust swirled about her high heels as Roxie Davenport climbed from the car. Squinting against the glare of the midday sun, she took in the almost deserted parking lot as if she had landed on an alien planet. It might as well be. She swiped the back of her hand across her forehead. This was as far from her home in Minnesota as it got. With a deep, fortifying breath that she held until her lungs ached, she examined the cafe not far from Interstate 25. It had seen better days. In fact, it had seen better years. She checked the name of the place against the piece of paper she clutched in her hand. This was the restaurant, but its name was definitely someone’s idea of a joke. There was nothing heavenly about A Slice of Heaven. The cafe’s wooden facade had lost its...