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Before I let her go completely, I bring one of Dakota’s hands to my mouth, pressing my lips against the center of her palm.
“What was that for?”
“Just to let you know you’re mine.”
I watch her go, steadying herself against the door jamb as she returns to work.
Yeah, I’m feeling pretty proud of myself.
Forrest and Rhys love to tell me to get back into dating. Make an effort.
So that’s what I’m doing.
I barely know her, but I know she is everything I’ve been missing in life.
And if I don’t take the initiative, if I don’t roll the dice, I’m going to miss out on the biggest hidden treasure of all.
5
Dakota
Did that just happen?
What kind of a lunatic does that? I don’t even know this Dean Love.
Other than he’s terrible at marketing, judging by the complete lack of customers in this place. And there’s the fact that he’s such a good kisser—among other things—he has me agreeing that I’m “his” after the wildest, most instantaneous makeout session of my life.
And yet it was magic. Complete magic.
Rhys, the one who looks as if he just stepped out of a men’s fashion magazine, appears from the coffee station, holding out a drink for me.
“Thirsty?”
“Uh.” Yeah…I don’t know how to answer that. This is awkward.
But I forget all about the awkwardness when I smell the aroma of heavenly coffee coming from the drinks Rhys is holding.
Dean appears out of the back room and places his body between mine and the guy with the coffee drinks. Rhys ignores Dean’s posture and gently bodychecks him as he comes at me.
“She’s my guinea pig. Try this,” Rhys says, shoving the steaming cup into my hands as he reaches past Dean.
“She’s not your guinea pig, Rhys,” Dean says. His voice takes on a growly tone that sends a shiver down my spine.
“Smells like good coffee,” I say, hovering my nose over the steam.
Rhys nods. “You be the judge. Just remember, my life’s passion depends on this.”
I take a tentative sip and look at Dean, not sure I want this much pressure ascribed to a simple cup of coffee.
Dean rolls his eyes. “Silent partner, my ass.”
“Silent no more, since he decided this town needs a coffee shop inside the game store,” Forrest says, trudging his size 14s across the creaking wood floor to grab one of the coffees.
“You’ll thank me later for diversifying,” Rhys says.
Yum. “He’s right. You all should thank him because this coffee is from the gods.”
Rhys beams at me. “I like this lady.”
