Page 65 of Bad Love

The guy who draws hearts on my cups comes to take our order. “Hey,Kendall.”

“Hey.” I honestly forget his name, and from this angle, I can’t see his nametag. So, I flash him the biggest smile Ican.

He takes our order, looking between Hunter and me more than necessary before disappearing. I can’t help wondering what the guythinks.

Really? There are worse things than being on Logan Hunter’sarm.

The problem is you wouldn’t be there forlong.

I shake it off and pull out my notebook with “RAINBOWS ARE NATURE’S GOLD” onit.

Hunter’s gaze rests on it for a moment. “You lived all your dreamsalready?”

It takes me a second to realize he’s referring to my former notebook. “Obviously. My dream was selling sex toys withyou.”

He chuckles. “I’m glad I could fulfill your wish. How’s the ‘Do Me’list?”

Of course he’d call my adventures list that. I shake my head. “It’s been a busy coupleweeks.”

He reaches for the sheet of paper stuck between the pages, and, surprisingly, I lethim.

“No karate?” I shake my head. “Self-waxing?” He winces, and I laugh. “Good. Leave that to the pros. How aboutorigami?”

“I’ve always wanted to do that. I’m not very good with geometry, but I love the colors and the animals you can make.” I smile. “We never had pets growing up, but I’d love to make a zoo of paperones.”

“So why don’tyou?”

“Everything takes time. Especially when you have a kid.” He waits, and I find myself going on. “It’s okay though. You also get surprised by the most beautifulmoments.”

“Soundsspecial.”

“It is.” I clear my throat, reminding myself to focus. "So, I asked Ben to work on making the vibesmart.”

“Smart.”

I tell him what we discussed, and the crinkles around his eyes ease a little, relief blending withadmiration.

“That’s genius, Peach,” he says, and I ignore the buzz down my spine at the praise and the nickname. “We need to give it an epicname.”

“I hadn’t thought aboutthat.”

“How about PleasurePlatinum?”

“Maybe you should stick to namingbeers.”

He shrugs good-naturedly. “Can’t blame a guy fortrying.”

I lean in, feeling the thrum of energy I haven’t felt all week in my veins. “I’m going to make this work, Logan. This product.” His jaw flexes despite his casual posture. “We’re going to make this happen. We’re going to win yourbet.”

I had no intention of uttering such a promise, but the look of trust and gratitude on his face makes itworthwhile.

“I know wewill.”

By the time our lunches arrive, I wish the café would drop away and leave us in this bubble ofpossibility.

I force myself to pick up my fork and refocus. “So, with the product in good hands, now I’m trying to line up advertising. I have a few opportunities, but there’s one big fish I’m trying toland.”

“It’s not working,” heguesses.

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