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“Hey,” I say softly. “It’s not embarrassing. If it’s what your body needed, I’m just glad Colt was there to help you. Hell, I would—” I slam my mouth shut.
Kinsey’s tongue peeks between her lips. “You’d what?”
Clearing my throat, I shake my head. “Let’s just say Colt has more control than I do.”
Hints of her perfume curl around us, and I grunt, rubbing down my face. “Now none of that, pretty girl. We’re far too much in public.”
She brings the coffee to her mouth, sipping it loudly while averting her gaze. Her perfume is making me dizzy and I clear my throat, nodding to head outside. At least the open air can help me breathe properly.
“Is there a library in this town? Or a newspaper office?” she asks after we stand a moment in silence, soaking in the morning sun.
My eyebrows furrow, and I point toward the road that goes to the high school. “You can’t miss the school. It has the biggest library in town, and they run the newspaper through the school department as well. Depending on what you’re looking for, there’s a small bookstore by the bakery on the next street. But it’s mostly like sci-fi and romance from what Marley told me.”
Kinsey’s eyes widen. “Marley? Like my coworker?”
“Yeah. She’s Cooper’s sister. You haven’t met him, but we’re good buddies,” I tell her, reminded howlittle she realizes that everyone knows everyone in this town. She’ll catch on eventually.
Kinsey nods. “Oh okay. I’ll check out both. Thank you.”
I’m about to ask her what she’s looking for, but I catch Colt moving on from the grocery store to the automotive store and realize my time is running out.
“Can I kiss you?” I ask, knowing it’s out of the blue and not the best way to approach her.
Kinsey’s pupils dilate and she nods. I set my cup of coffee on my hood, then take hers out of her hands to set it next to mine. I cup her face and then crash my lips to hers. She gasps into my mouth, her hands clawing at my shirt to pull me closer. She tastes like coffee, but with a hint of strawberries and honey. It’s the second-best thing I’ve ever tasted, considering I’ve tasted her arousal, and that’s worth dying for.
I pull away, panting into her mouth. “You taste like…mine.”
She shivers and then lifts onto her tiptoes to kissme again. My hands slip to her waist, pulling her fully into my body.
A sharp whistle breaks us apart, and I lick my lips as she touches hers with her fingertips, staring up at me with a flushed face. I don’t bother looking at who whistled at us and keep all my attention on her, smiling.
“We should do that again.”
She tilts her head to the side playfully. “Kiss? Or coffee date?”
My eyebrows lift. “Date, huh? You haven’t seen a date yet. This is just the warm-up.”
Her nose wrinkles and she smiles. “I’d like that either way.”
Nodding, I bend and kiss her on the cheek. “See you around, Kinsey.”
I stand on the sidewalk, watching her walk down the road before moving to the automotive store where Colt had been shopping. He’s just checking out as I walk in. His nostrils flare when I get closer, but he doesn’t say anything until we’re atthe truck.
“Did you at least grab me a coffee?” he grunts out.
My mouth drops open and cheeks flush. “I’ll grab it right now.” I hurry back into the café before he can object, knowing it’s gonna soothe the ache of being next to me while I smell like her.
CHAPTER 9
KINSEY
Brielle is still sleeping when I get back from the café, and I’m too worked up from the kiss with Brooks to sit quietly in the room. Setting the drink and food I got down on the nightstand, I slip back out and head toward the center. Thankfully, I run into someone quickly to point me in the direction of the library that Brooks told me about.
It’s a small building attached to the local high school. Apparently, the newspaper building is on the other side too. Any hope of finding clippings of past articles dwindles as I open the door. The single floor has rows lined with books,but only one computer stall tucked in the far corner from where I can see.
An elderly woman looks up from where she’s sitting at the desk directly across the door.
“Hello dear, how can I help you?”
