Tom Jenkins was everything Hannah wanted. Tall and muscular, with a warm smile, Tom did everything but talk. He never said more than three words at a time. Hannah knew he was desperately lonely and vowed to rescue him. The quilt shop where they worked made that hard. Tom barricaded himself inside his little office and did the books and never left. Hannah noticed he liked the way she looked when she wore a skirt or a dress. His attention was discrete but focused just on her. She started wearing skirts and dresses to work to encourage him, and he slowly came out of his shell. She knew he was going to ask her out. Before he got the chance, a man with a gun came into the shop at closing time, took the money and tied them up. Not normally, but with Tom sitting on a straight backed chair and Hannah sitting on his lap facing him. Not just facing him but pressed against his body. Tom's native shyness intensified his embarrassment and began to tear his heart away from her. His conservative background made him cringe and shrink from unwanted intimate contact. Hannah knew he'd never be comfortable with her unless she acted quickly. But what was she going to do? They couldn't get loose from the knots and ropes. No one would be coming for hours. If nothing changed, Tom would quit his job and leave Morgan's Crossing. She'd never see him again. She would lose him forever.