“Dress for dinner. It’s not fancy, but it’ll be fun. And then we can hit up Booze & Brews after.”
“That’s not helpful at all, but I’ll figure it out.” I pushed to my feet and cleared our plates, internally chuckling at how domestic I felt lately.
We had a routine. He cooked. I did the dishes. We bantered. We both worked. And we got a little hot and bothered in between.
Or a lot hot and bothered.
“I’m going to go take a shower and then get to work.” He came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me from behind.
I wanted to tell him I’d come with him.
I wanted to follow him into the shower and get lost in this man.
My feelings terrified me lately. Every night when I got in bed, I fought the urge to ask him to join me.
“Sounds like a plan. I’m going to go run a few errands, but I’ll see you later. Thanks for breakfast.”
He stepped away and then called my name, and I turned the water off and turned around. He tossed the bag of gummy bears to me and winked.
What is this man doing to me?
I grabbed my phone and shot a quick text to Henley.
Any chance you could meet me at Rosewood Brew for a coffee real quick? It’s a bit of an emergency.
Henley
Of course. Let me wrap up this email. I can be there in fifteen minutes.
Thank you. Love you big.
Henley
Love you bigger.
I hurried out the door and was grateful that the snow had melted over a week ago and the sun was out. I walked the short distance to the coffee shop.
I waved at a few locals as I made my way down Main Street.
I loved this little town and the people in it.
Rosewood Brew was an adorable coffee shop with black-and-white-checked floors and three large crystal chandeliers hung above.
“The usual?” Jane Waters asked. She and her husband, John, owned the place, and I stopped in often.
“Yes. Henley’s meeting me here in a minute, so we’ll both do our usuals.” I handed her my card and thought about how impersonal it was for me in the city when I’d grab a coffee. I’d see different baristas every day, and that wasn’t a bad thing, but it was just different.
“You got it. I’ll bring it over to you as soon as it’s ready.” She smiled.
“Thank you.” I took a seat in the back corner, and Oscar Smith was just leaving the seat at the next table.
“Everyone is anticipating that obnoxious rock star coming to town. You think he’ll show?” Oscar grumped, which made me chuckle.
I didn’t want Beckett to step foot in Rosewood River, but the fact that Oscar didn’t want him to come either comforted me in a weird way. Like he knew I didn’t want the bastard to come, so neither did he.
Because most people in town would love the idea of a famous person coming here.
“I hope not, but he does love the attention, and it would make for a good story.” I shrugged. “He’s unpredictable, so it’s hard to say.”
