Arthur kissed her cheek. He carried her down from his lap and set her feet gently on the rug. He picked up the two copies of the shipping manifest from his desk. He walked over to his tall, glass-fronted bookshelf.
He scanned the rows of heavy, leather-bound books. He reached out and took down a medium-sized book with a faded blue cover.
Delaney read the gold letters on the spine. It was titled The Journey to Your Heart.
Arthur opened the book to the middle pages. He carefully folded the shipping manifest papers and tucked them safely inside. He closed the book and placed it back onto the shelf, pushing it neatly into line with the others.
Delaney, always inquisitive and curious, followed him to the shelf.
"Papa," Delaney asked, "why are you putting it there? That is a storybook, not a work folder."
Arthur turned to her and smiled a very soft, very romantic smile.
