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“What’s his dream?”
I shrug. “I don’t know.”
“Music maybe?”
At the mere mention of music, my mind transports back to the other evening I was in Harrison's backyard, wind in my hair, his lips pressed tightly against mine. A warmth crawls up my neck, and a smile splits my face.
Lennon sighs. “Must have been some kiss.”
I roll my eyes to pretend I’m not affected by his kiss, but I so am. “It really was.”
“Bring your cup closer to Harrison’s,” Petra says as she holds her cell up to snap a picture of the two lattes.
I scoot my latte closer to Harrison’s as he smiles at me. I haven’t seen him since the night I bolted from his house after he laid one of the hottest kisses I’ve ever had on me. It was insane.
His shop is pretty cool, and the customers are relaxing while Petra snaps pic after pic of our lattes. I spot Mrs. Clover smiling at me, and I step away really quickly. She’s one of my most loyal customers.
“Hi, Mrs. Clover,” I say, giving her a hug.
“February, I’m so sorry about your shop.” She leans closer, like she’s letting me in on a huge secret. “The coffee at your shop is way better than this place.”
I beam at her words. “Thank you so much. Although, this place has a certain charm about it.”
Mrs. Clover glances around. “It’s a little too hip for me.” She fluffs her short, curly hair. “I’ve always liked your shop better.”
I nod. “Thank you.”
“When will you be reopening?” Her face shows her worry loud and clear.
I shrug. “I don’t even know.” My mood shifts and I glance over at Harrison.
He’s shaking Petra’s hand as she stuffs her phone back into her oversized bag.
“It was great seeing you, Mrs. Clover, but I need to go.”
She waves goodbye at me, and I step back over to where Petra and Harrison are talking.
“The article will run tomorrow morning, and everyone will stop by tomorrow to judge the drinks. Are you both ready for that?”
I nod. “Yes, I’m ready.” I turn my attention to Harrison. “And thank you so much for opening your shop up to me.”
He winks. “Of course. I want to beat you fair and square.”
I make the mistake of looking at his lips as he smiles, and I remember the way they felt pressed against mine. “Right. I should get going,” I say, wanting more than anything to leave this place.
Petra smiles. “I have to get going too. I need to write this article.”
I shake her hand. “Thank you so much for this, Petra.”
I can’t leave Harrison to clean up my latte mess. “I’ll help you clean before I go,” I say to Harrison.
He shoves his hands into his pants pockets. “It’s fine. I can do it.”
I raise a brow. “No. What kind of guest would I be if I didn’t clean up my own mess.”
“February, listen…” he starts, but we’re interrupted when I spot Drake waltzing into the shop. Harrison follows my line of sight. “Didn’t his wife just have a baby? Why’s he here?”
“If I know him, he’s probably looking for any excuse to escape.”
