“Marijauna is helpful for people with chronic pain. It can help with anxiety and sleep disorders, and settles nausea.”
“I guess I didn’t think about the other people who buy it. I figured most just liked to smoke or eat edibles.”
“There are plenty who do, but for some it’s a necessity.” I put some muscle behind my stirring, whipping the batter inside the bowl. “I don’t smoke, but I sure like edibles.”
“Why doesn’t that surprise me?”
“What can I say? Sometimes I want to chill out.”
“I don’t think I’m capable of that. My brain never shuts down. I make most of my to-do lists in bed before I fall asleep.”
“Sex is great for shutting off your brain,” I say.
She rolls her eyes. “You’d know.”
“You should try it sometime. I’ll even offer you the use of my body for the experiment’s sake.”
She scoffs. “Because that wouldn’t be weird at all.”
“Why would it be? People have sex all the time.”
“Yeah, but we’re friends.”
“And we’d still be friends after I gave you multiple orgasms.”
CHAPTER 5
GINGER
Did he say multiple orgasms?I’d settle for a single mediocre one at this point.
“You’re so…” I search for the right word.
“Talented?” he offers without hesitation.
“No, I was thinking full of yourself.”
“You could be full of?—”
“Don’t finish that sentence!” I cut him off, hands flying up. I don’t need him adding visuals to the attraction I’m already working overtime to ignore. I turn back to the counter and start sifting the dry ingredients together like my life depends on it.
“The smell of those spices reminds me of fall,” Jordan says as he sidles up beside me.
“They do. Thanksgiving is the last hurrah for the pumpkin spice season. Everyone will be looking for Christmas flavors now.”
“Like the gingerbread coffee you made me?”
“Yep. That’s always a big hit.”
“I wouldn’t complain if you wanted to make me a cup right now,” he says, flashing me that lazy grin.
“Did I miss a ‘please’ in there somewhere?”
He grins wider. “Will you please make me a cup of the most delicious gingerbread coffee in the state of Maine?”
I brush an imaginary speck from my shoulder. “I prefer to think it’s the best in all of New England.”
“I’m sure it is.” He steps closer, not touching me but enough to feel the heat of him.
