Page 47 of The Pumpkin Spice Cafe
A choked groan escaped him, and she rocked again.
‘Jeanie,’ he rasped, his hands gripping tight to her hips.
He was in the middle of figuring out the complicated math that would get both of their pants off when Jeanie’s ass hit the horn.
The blaring sound rang out through the quiet night.
Jeanie froze, her eyes comically wide, her breath coming fast and hard.
‘Oops,’ she whispered.
They both glanced around outside, emerging from the spell they’d been under to remember they were right in the middle of freaking Main Street, making out like they were seventeen.
Was this part of his plan to avoid town gossip? What the hell was he doing?
‘We should probably...’
‘Yeah, sorry. Definitely.’ Jeanie untangled herself from his lap and flopped back into the passenger seat. ‘I guess we got a little carried away.’
‘I guess so.’ He ran a hand through his hair, trying to get his breathing under control. Jeanie’s face was flushed, her lips red and plush.
Don’t look at her lips.
‘Thanks again for the ride,’ she said with a little laugh, rummaging around the back seat for her clothes.
‘Sure.’
She opened the door and the cold October air helped cool his overheated skin. ‘Call me if you need anything,’ he reminded her.
She gave him an indulgent nod and closed the door, leaving him alone and more confused than ever about where he stood with her.
But already planning the next time he could see her.
ChapterNineteen
‘Can I get you a cup of tea while you wait, sweetie?’
‘That’d be nice, thank you.’
Logan’s grandmother, or Estelle as she insisted Jeanie call her, hustled back inside to make some tea. Jeanie was sitting on the steps outside the sprawling farmhouse Logan called home. It was beautiful. Old and for sure haunted, but beautiful. In front of her, a small flock of the funniest chickens she had ever seen pecked at the dirt. They each had a tuft of feathers on top of their head that gave them the look of having a very elaborate hairdo. They had the same tufts on their feet, which Jeanie imagined were like little fur-lined boots. Just looking at them made her smile.
This whole place made her smile. Until she remembered she hadn’t been invited.
She’d just hopped in her new rental car and shown up.
And the longer she sat here, the more she thought maybe it had been a mistake. Maybe Logan wouldn’t take kindly to her invading his home. But things had escalated in ‘the Case’ and she needed to get away from the café for a bit. Plus, she was nosy and really wanted to see where he lived and worked.
But maybe this was too much?
After their little make-out session a few days ago, Jeanie couldn’t stop thinking about him, and not just because she still had stubble burn on her cheeks from kissing him. It was more about how upset he’d been about the broken window. It had her thinking that maybe he actually had wanted to help her figure things out.
Maybe she wasn’t being too intense.
Then she’d decided to show up here and probably ruined the whole thing. Logan wanted to keep this thing between them quiet, and now she was ambushing him at home. She honestly wouldn’t be surprised if Kaori or Nancy jumped out of the blueberry bushes and started asking her why she was here.
Not that she didn’t love her new book club friends. But Logan was right: that club knew everything about everyone.
The old farmhouse door slammed shut behind her.
