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Harry wandered off, grumbling, and drove away a minute later.

Logan rounded his truck. “Sorry, folks, looks like we’re closing down at this location for today. But you can always find out where we’re parked on any given day by checking our website or Facebook page.”

His announcement was met with a lot of grumbling, and Logan gave them all a business card with his signature on the back, good for a free coffee any time. That seemed to satisfy most of them.

He climbed into the truck, and heavy disappointment hit him when he discovered Harper was no longer there. He stumbled back down the steps and outside, his eyes darting up and down the street, but she was gone.

6

Harper startled from her restful state on the sofa. She lifted her head groggily and glanced around the room, unsure of what had woken her. Never Been Kissed was still playing on the television and had reached her favorite part—the first kiss. She rubbed her eyes and sat up. There stood Josie on the pitcher’s mound at the baseball game after declaring her love for Sam, waiting for him to come and kiss her—her first real kiss—while all the people in the stands counted down in eager anticipation. Harper loved movies where the girl was the one who made the grand gesture.

A sudden knock on the door made her jump. She grabbed the remote and turned off the movie, scrambling to her feet to get to the door. Without looking through the peephole, she opened it.

Logan’s eyes met hers then lifted to the top of her head. “That’s a nice look.”

Her hands flew up to touch her hair. The nap had surely done a number on it. Carefully removing the bobby pins and elastic hair tie, she smoothed it as best she could and let it fall over her shoulders. “I wasn’t expecting anyone.”

Logan’s gaze followed her hair from the top of her head all the way down its length.

Her stomach fluttered at the intensity of his gaze, and she immediately regretted giving him her address. She cleared her throat, and he made eye contact with her again.

“I didn’t know if I’d catch you at home or not,” he said. “I thought with it being a Saturday night, you might be out on a date or something.”

That look in his eyes was almost too much for her to handle. And he was obviously fishing for information, but she wasn’t going to give it to him.

“Why are you here, Logan?” A cool breeze blew in through the open door, and she tightened her sweater and crossed her arms over her chest.

“Sorry I had to rush out of the food truck earlier. Harry can be a bit of a handful.”

“I could see that.”

“I wish you’d stuck around.”

“You were busy.”

He leaned against the doorjamb. “You wanted to talk, right? So, I’m here. Talk.”

“I thought you had to get home early tonight.” She couldn’t hide the hint of bitterness in her voice.

“That can wait.” His eyes stayed on her as the seconds ticked past. “Aren’t you going to invite me in?”

“No.” There was no way she was letting him into her personal space. It may have been four years since she’d seen him last, but she wasn’t sure she trusted herself to be alone with him. And it kind of ticked her off that she was still so attracted to him. She was even more disgusted with herself since, apparently, he now had a live-in girlfriend. Tanya. Even her thoughts came across as bitter.

“O-kay.” He pushed off and straightened his stance. “Should we go somewhere then?”

“Where?”

“I don’t know. Somewhere quiet, where we won’t be interrupted.”

“Yes, let’s do that.” She wanted closure. Best to get it over with sooner rather than later.

“How about your shop?”

“Not there.”

“Why not?”

“It’s my shop, and that gives me the right to veto your suggestion,” she declared.

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