Page 49 of That Time I Kissed My Beachfront Boss

Oh, Liv. What did you do?

OLIVIA

I swear that wasn’t what I meant. I’m a professional. I have a Beachfront polo to prove it. TWO polos.

HUDSON

Of course you’re a pro. Never doubted you.

OLIVIA

So what were you doing at the campgrounds?

HUDSON

I wanted to follow up on your idea of arranging guided fishing tours for guests, and they’ve got the best trout in this part of the lake.

OLIVIA

Rainbow and brown.

HUDSON

You know about the trout here?

OLIVIA

I’ve been studying up on Abie Lake. For the website.

HUDSON

Great minds thinking alike then.

OLIVIA

You really are learning, aren’t you?

HUDSON

I happen to have the best teacher in Abieville.

OLIVIA

Don’t tell my cousin that. Three is an *actual* teacher.

HUDSON

I said what I said. See you tomorrow, pro.

Chapter Eighteen

Hudson

“I’ve been doing some thinking.” Olivia says this from her desk the morning after I hugged her on my knees. I’ve spent the past hour unsuccessfully ignoring her cocoa butter scent, and the fact that she baked cupcakes.

For my birthday.

“What’s on your mind?” I ask, averting my gaze from her mouth. She’s chewing on a pencil, leaving little dents in the wood. And now I’m jealous of a yellow stick.

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