Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 101524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 508(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 508(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
After I’m dressed in my favorite pair of jean shorts and an oversized graphic tee that I cut up to give it a little personality, I tie my hair up, add some mascara to my eyes, some blush, and a little lip gloss, then walk back to the kitchen. With the cookies now cool, I place half of them into a plastic container and eat one while I’m on my way out of the house.
My time at the courthouse and the clerk’s office takes longer than I expect, but thankfully, I’m able to get done with everything and over to the bank before noon, so I miss the rush of people who want to do business at lunch. But unfortunately, with all my other errands wrapped up, I can no longer put off my second-to-last stop. So, with the tub of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies still sitting on the passenger seat next to me, I head towards Rafe Motors.
When I arrive, I park at the bottom of the driveway to avoid blocking anyone who may be stopping by, and get out with my purse and cookies in tow. As I approach the open bay doors of the shop, I spot Logan leaning over the hood of a baby blue Toyota that seems to sparkle under the sun shining into the building. Either hearing me or sensing me, he turns his head in my direction, and his gaze slowly wanders over my face before he smiles.
“Hey.” I lift my free hand.
“This is a nice surprise,” He comes out of his fold and grabs a red rag lying over the edge of the hood, wiping his hands as he walks towards me.
“I wanted to stop by and pay my bill and bring you these.” I hold out the tub towards him when he stops in front of me.
“Cookies?”
“Yes, but don’t get too excited, they’re just chocolate chip.”
“My favorite.” He opens the lid and pulls out the cookie on top, then, without hesitating, he takes a bite with his eyes locked on mine. My stomach twists into a tight knot, and a few inconvenient parts of me tingle in response as I watch his mouth, the muscles in his jaw as he chews, and the way his Adam’s apple bobs when he swallows. My body has a mind of its own when it comes to him and would not be opposed to kissing him again or doing more than that, given the chance, which is worrisome since my brain is not on the same page. At least that’s the lie I’m telling myself. “Good.” He takes another bite, and I fight the urge to frown at the lackluster compliment. I’m not saying that I’m the best baker in the world, but my family and friends are always requesting my cookies or treats during the holidays or when they have a party.
“Just good?” I regret asking the moment the question leaves my mouth, and he grins.
“Very good.” His grin deepens before he shoves what’s left of the cookie in his mouth. “As for the payment, I haven’t put together your bill yet.”
My scalp tingles for another reason altogether. “I’m not leaving here today without paying for the repairs you did.”
“That’s cool, you can keep me company, I was just about to go get lunch, so when we get back, I’ll write it up.”
“Lo.”
“Have you had lunch?” He cuts me off. “There’s a Greek spot around the corner.” My stupid, treacherous stomach growls like he asked it that question directly, and of course, he hears it.
“I can’t get lunch. I have to go to the store and then get back to work.”
“Do you have a meeting scheduled?”
“No?”
“An important phone call you need to make?” he asks, and I glare at him. “Right. Come on, let’s go eat.”
“Seriously, Logan.” I catch up to him as he turns and walks into the building. “I really need to get this done so I can get home.”
“I know, baby, the restaurant is just around the corner. After we eat, we’ll get it taken care of.”
“What’s up?” Hector asks, stepping out of the office with a can of Coke in his hand.
“Heading to lunch,” Logan tells him as he walks past into the office
“Cool.” Hector’s honey-colored eyes come to me, and he smiles. “Where are you guys going?”
“I just came to pay my bill; your friend is trying to hold me hostage.”
“I see.” He chuckles, and I let out a silent huff.
“Ready?” Logan asks coming back out of the office, the coveralls he had on over his clothes are gone, and he’s now wearing jeans a red tee with his baseball team’s logo on it and a ball cap that says Rafe Motors in bold lettering.
“Do you know how to generate a bill?” I ask Hector, ignoring Logan.
“Nope.” I don’t know why I even asked.