Page 36 of More Than Words
I flipped the sign over the door to “Closed” and glanced toward Plot Twist.Was Delaney still open?Was she prepared for the storm?
It had been almost three weeks since I’d shown up at her door in the middle of the night like an idiot and changed everything between us with one kiss.
But what a kiss it was.
I’d walked away feeling as though the earth had completely tilted under my feet.
And in the weeks since…we hadn’t talked about it.
Not once.
It’s not that we’d actively avoided each other either.That would be impossible in a town like Trickle Creek, especially considering we were neighbors.She’d popped into the brewery a few times.Always with friends or to say hi to Quinn.And I’d gone next door once or twice looking for my daughter, or some advice on the font for the new menu or for some other reason I’d pulled together as an excuse just to see her.
Now, when she looked at me, there was something new behind it.
A little bit guarded.But not completely.
The flirting had turned into something else, too.For one thing, there was no longer any denying that therewasa flirtation between us.
The lingering glances that held a beat too long.The fingers that brushed my arm when I handed her a beer.The quiet smiles.
Oh yes, that was all very much there.
But still, we hadn’t talked about the kiss.
What was there to say?
We were both busy.Now that Peaks & Brews was officially open for business, I had even less free time.And Quinn was and always would be my priority.Christmas was right around the corner, too.Obviously, it was a busy time for Delaney.Never mind her usual book clubs and writing groups.
Timing, as always, was a bastard.
Still, I replayed that kiss over and over in my head.And the tiny little shorts and tank top she’d been wearing.Her hair piled on top of her head, and those sexy librarian glasses over her big, green eyes.
Damn.
I’d gone to bed with that image in my head more than once.
A ping pulled me from my thoughts before they could get carried away.I pulled my phone from my back pocket.
Quinn:
Looks like a blizzard.Uncle Reid says I can stay here tonight.I brought my book and they’re all set up for a power outage.
I stared at the message for a beat.The snow had started to come down even harder since I’d been lost in my thoughts.
I sent her a quick text back.
Sounds like a good idea.Help out if you can.Love you.
I grinned when, a second later, her reply came through.
Of course I will!Love you, too.
A moment later, my phone buzzed again.This time with a call.
Preston.
“Hey,” I answered.“What’s up?”
