Page 11 of Cop Blocked

“Hands down, if I’ve got to choose one, it’s the Reeses Cup Milkshake, though I wouldn’t really call it a milkshake. I’ve always had to enjoy it with a spoon, at least at first.”

I let out a low hum. “Reeses are life.”

Logan tenses beside me. When I look up at him, he swallows hard and gives me a shy smile.

“Everything okay?”

“Yep, all good.” His words roll off his tongue in a husky tone.

If I didn’t know better, I’d think I was having an effect on him.

“Good evening, what can I get you lovebirds,” the teenager behind the counter asks as we step forward, taking our turn.

Logan looks at me. “Reeses, then?”

“Yes, please.” I grin like a fool.

“One Reeses Milkshake. Two spoons.” He places our order, and we move toward the register.

He pays for our dessert and gathers napkins and straws before they hand him the milkshake.

We find an empty booth in the corner. I expect Logan to slide in across from me, but instead, he slips in beside me and hands me a spoon.

“Ladies first. I want to see your face when you taste this amazingness.”

I give him a flirty side-eye and take the spoon. The first taste hits my tongue, and I swear I’ve nearly died and gone to heaven.

“Holy shit.”

He beams. “It’s great, isn’t it?”

“I’ve never tasted anything like this,” I agree.

Plucking half a Reeses Cup from the top of the glass, he offers it to me.

Clearly losing all common sense, instead of taking it from him, I lean forward and take a bite.

I’m rewarded with a smoldering look and a low hiss.

“I have a feeling you’re going to be the death of me,” he whispers, and my heart does a little leap.

After we finish our shake, Logan and I walk back to the parking lot at the restaurant. This time he wraps his arm around my waist and keeps me close.

“There are some benches on the other side of this place. They overlook a little man-made pond. If you’re not in a hurry, we could sit and watch the sunset.” Logan offers before we have a chance to walk to our cars.

“You know, I think I’d like that.”

We find what seems like the perfect spot and enjoy the tranquility in silence for a little bit. Part of me contemplates mentioning that I have a daughter while the protective mom in me says it’s still too soon, and I barely know Logan. Despite how much we’ve talked, kids is one topic of conversation that has not come up.

“Rachel.” Logan’s voice pulls me from my thoughts.

“Hmm.”

“You good? You looked like you drifted away there for a minute.”

I turn to him and force a smile. “I’m good. I was thinking about how great tonight turned out to be.”

Logan grins back at me. “You’re right. It has been a lot of fun.”

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