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“Good morning, sweetheart. How did you sleep?”
“Really well. You?”
“Same. Do you want to join me for breakfast, or shall I come to you?”
Jesska grinned. “Oh, no, mister, we’re going to Voodoo and then the Saturday market.”
“I’m not really into voodoo, baby.”
She giggled. “Voodoo Doughnuts. If I’m going to show you Portland, we have to start there.”
“I’m in your hands, then.”
“Good. I’m ready if you are.”
“I’ll meet you in the hall.”
“Race ya.” She pulled open her door and found him standing on the threshold, grinning. “Sneaky.”
He laughed, slipping his phone into his pocket and leaning down to kiss her. “Hi.”
“Hi.” Jesska placed her phone in her purse and smiled up at him. “You’re going to love the Saturday market. So much food, great gift stuff, and tons of people to watch.”
“Lead the way, baby.”
They followed Austri downstairs to the awaiting car. Jóvin was driving this morning and Austri rode shotgun. Jóvin was tall with dark hair and deep-blue eyes, whereas Austri was blond like Kaspar. Either Kaspar didn’t hire ugly people, or Iceland was a nation of beauty.
Arriving at Voodoo, Jesska tugged Kaspar to the back of the line, which was surprisingly short on a Saturday morning.
Jóvin drove away while Austri stood sentry, a look of displeasure on his face.
“I take it you’ve never had to wait in line, huh?” Jesska said.
Kaspar smiled, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “Can’t say that I have, no.”
He said something to Austri in Icelandic and Austri backed away a bit, but not out of sight.
“Did you find out what he and Jóvin want?” she asked.
“They won’t want anything.”
“Kaz, it’s Voodoo. They have to try it.”
He pulled out his phone and fired off a text... Austri was no longer close enough to speak to without shouting.
“He doesn’t want anything,” Kaspar confirmed.
“I’ll pick out something for them.”
“Jess.”
“What? It’s my treat and I’d like to buy them donuts.”
His response was a gentle squeeze. She grinned up at him, unable to hide her excitement. Finally making their way into the crowded bakery, she decided on a dozen doughnuts, varying flavors, picking the chocolate cream one for herself. Kaspar chose the one covered in Fruit Loops, although he looked mildly concerned about eating it.
“Live a little, Kaz,” she said, giggling as Kaspar handed the box with the rest of the doughnuts to Austri.
“Tell me again. Are any of these almond?”
