Page 83 of The Pumpkin Spice Cafe
Logan frowned. ‘He also caused actual damage.’
‘I took the money to replace the window and fix the dishwasher out of his last paycheck. Nothing else was really ruined.’
‘Jeanie.’
She sighed. ‘He just seemed so sad about the whole thing. The café. Aunt Dot. Everything. I don’t know, I feel bad.’
‘You have nothing to feel bad about. He should feel bad.’ The words came out angrier than he meant them to, but he was pissed at Norman. He’d made Jeanie doubt being here and that was enough to make Logan consider fighting a man nearly as old as his grandfather.
Jeanie cracked a smile. ‘I know. He does feel bad. I think.’
‘Dot would want to know.’
Her lips twisted to the side as she thought about it. ‘Let me get things back in good working order, then I’ll tell her.’
She still wanted to prove she could do it. His heart ached a little for her, but he understood that. He’d felt the same way when he took over management of the farm.
‘Okay, deal.’
‘That way Dot will be back from her island-hopping trip, and I won’t ruin her vacation.’
‘Makes sense.’
She slurped the last of her noodles and licked her lips. ‘Delicious.’
‘Mmm-hmm.’
Jeanie’s eyes darkened.Okay, she was fed, back to more important activities.Logan pulled her chair closer and dropped to his knees in front of her.
‘What are you—’
Her question hung in the air as Logan tugged her to the edge of her seat and dipped his head to her thighs, kissing along the warm flesh. He pushed her shirt up to her waist and her legs fell open for him.
He tasted her and she groaned, her head tipping back on the chair.
She tangled her hands in his hair, putting him right where she wanted him. Logan’s moan rumbled through them both. She held him there; licking her, his fingers digging into the flesh of her thighs until she came apart for him, gasping his name, her hands tugging his hair. The weight of her legs on his shoulders, the taste of her on his tongue, her little moans and sighs surrounding him; another perfect moment.
‘Holy shit,’ she whispered as he sat back on his heels. Her legs slipped from his shoulders. She leaned forward and pressed her forehead to his. ‘Best. Day. Off. Ever.’
He grinned and she kissed him, and as the rain poured outside, for the first time in a long time Logan felt safe enough to be happy.
‘I love you, Jeanie,’ he whispered. He would whisper it every day, he’d shout it in a crowded café. He’d hold a damn town meeting about it if she wanted. He’d tell her every which way.
She smiled. ‘I love you, too. And I’m not going anywhere.’ She planted a kiss on the end of his nose.
And he believed her.
A knock on the door that connected to the big house dragged Logan’s attention from Jeanie’s beautifully flushed face.
‘Yeah?’
‘Do you kids want to come have some dinner?’ Nana’s voice came through the door loud and clear. ‘I cooked.’
Logan glanced at the empty soup cups on the table and Jeanie’s current state of undress. ‘Uh... I already ate.’
‘I know Jeanie’s in there with you.’
Jeanie giggled.
