Page 21 of Stolen Kiss

Heidi shook her head and watched her go.

Then there was just the two of them. Jason stepped over the threshold and closed the door, leaning against it. His eyes swept over her living room briefly and then settled back on her. He held out his hand to help her to stand, and she took the offering.When she was upright, they were inches away from each other. She had to contain the shiver than ran down her spine when she smelled his aftershave. He leaned in and kissed her cheek the same way he did the first time on the quay. A little of his mouth touched her lips. That sensation went directly to her belly turning it over.

“You look good, Heidi,” he whispered keeping his mouth near her ear.

“You smell amazing.” It was out of her mouth before she could suck it back in.

When he smiled, his cheek grazed hers. Jason brought his head up and then back down and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. Heidi was so dazzled by his proximity her lips were soft too and she kissed him back, then stepped away.

It seemed too easy to go back to how it was.

“I’ll grab my coat. It’s getting chilly in the evenings,” Heidi said.

“So I hear,” he replied craning his neck to look up the stairs.

“Do I get a tour?” he asked.

“Maybe later, I mean another time,” she said and looked anywhere but at his face.

Heidi snatched up her bag and shooed him with her hands to leave the house. It was getting too small with him in her living room looking handsome and relaxed when she felt anything but relaxed.

“You have to stop kissing me, Jason,” she said, righting her jacket.

“That’s a shame,” he said and held out his hand when she closed her front door. It was a latch lock that didn’t need any further locking.

“We’re taking a dozen steps to the buggy,” she said looking at his hand.

“Take the hand, Heidi,” he replied and floored her with his smile.

She sighed deep and took his hand. He threaded their fingers immediately, and she dropped her head back. She was in severe trouble going on a date with Jason Turner. Betty Boyle had likely told the whole island by now.

They slid onto the bench seat and Jason drove off as soon as her bag was stored between her feet. She held onto the handrail as he drove just has wild as Freya did. He weaved along the roads and then away from the town. The direction he was heading meant one of two things. He was either taking her to Turner Hall or to Chilli Farm Restaurant.

When he reached the fork in the road he didn’t slow and turned right towards the chilli farm. The last time they had gone there, Jason had snuck them in, hoisting her over the fence because she’d lost a bet and the punishment was to eat a chilli at random. Thankfully she’d got a mild one, much to the disappointment of Jason.

These days, the chilli farm had expanded and had a restaurant on top of the hill that overlooked the bay.

“Are we having dinner here?” she asked, worrying that she had no tolerance for spice. Once upon a time, Jason knew this.

“Yeah, you haven’t eaten, have you?”

“No. I didn’t know what our plans were.”

“How’s your spice levels these days?”

“Still at OXO levels.”

Jason chuckled and pulled the buggy into an open spot. There were more golf buggies than cars in the back lot. There were plenty of cars on Copper Island but the council preferred they were kept to a minimum.

“How did you get a reservation so quickly, this place gets booked up weeks in advance,” Heidi said.

“I made friends with all the chefs on the island after Archer got married.”

“Is this going to be enjoyable for you?”

“I’d say it will be the highlight of my month,” he said then came around the front of the buggy and took her hand.

She slid from the seat and stood at his side.

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