Page 79 of Bittersweet

Kayla climbed right up on Nancy’s knee and hesitantly touched her smooth silver hair. “Your hair is shiny.”

Harper stopped by the counter to watch and listen.

Nancy touched Kayla’s chestnut curls. “Well, you might not believe this, but my hair used to be the same color as yours when I was younger.”

Kayla’s eyes widened and her mouth fell open. “When you were five?”

The ladies all laughed, and Harper’s shoulders shook with her own laughter, nearly causing her to drop the boxes in her arms.

“Yes, when I was five,” Nancy replied.

Logan passed by Harper, and she followed him out the door and into the food truck. She set the boxes on the counter and admired the space. It was a different layout than the other truck—still very efficient, more spacious, with a larger oven for Harper to bake while on the road. Perfect.

She started emptying one of the boxes and putting the cold things away in the fridge, when Logan came up behind her, his chest against her back. His hands slid around her middle, and his lips came into contact with her neck.

“Logan,” she smacked his arm with her free hand, sliding a carton of eggs onto the shelf. “Would you like me to drop eggs on our feet again?”

“Mhmm.” He pressed soft kisses beneath her earlobe, which he knew drove her crazy.

Harper pushed back against him in an attempt to close the fridge, and he moved to allow her to do so. But as soon as the door was closed, he turned her around, leaning his body into hers so her back was pressed against the refrigerator door, and his lips returned to her neck.

Her eyelids fell as her body hummed, and she pressed her hands halfheartedly against his chest, not really wanting him to move away, but knowing they had more to do before they could get on the road.

“Harper,” he whispered into her ear.

“Hmm?”

“Can I call you Cupcake again?”

Her eyes flew open, and she playfully smacked his chest.

He chuckled and went in for a kiss, but a little voice from the doorway interrupted.

“You can call me Cupcake, Daddy.”

Harper and Logan laughed as Ginny’s head peeked in behind Kayla. “She wanted me to bring her to you.”

“Thanks, Ginny,” Harper said.

Kayla looked around the food truck, then climbed into the small seat behind the driver’s seat, where her booster was already set up. “Is this mine?”

“Yep.” Logan sat down sideways in the passenger seat and looked over at her. “Do you want to go on a family adventure today?”

“In the truck?” Kayla bounced in the seat and kicked her feet.

“Yep.”

“Yay!” Kayla cried. “Let’s adventure.”

Harper and Logan looked into each other’s eyes.

“Yes, let’s,” Harper agreed.

When they’d finished packing up the truck and said goodbye to Ginny, they buckled Kayla in her seat and headed north for a food truck festival in Traverse City. Harper was excited to take part in her first festival, but she was most looking forward to seeing Savannah while they were in town.

Savannah’s mom was still fighting the cancer hard, and her dad’s dementia was continually progressing. There was no telling if she would be able to come back to Grand Rapids, but Harper hoped that day would come. In the meantime, she and Savannah talked on the phone often, and Harper kept her apprised of all the happenings in the shop.

As they drove north along US-131, Logan reached over and took her hand.

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