My insides warmed and jittered around in a very distracting way, and I was forced to let go of her hand in order to try to control the physical reactions that were screaming to life within me. “Um. Well, I feel like a lot of people draw on their own eyebrows anyway,” I pointed out.At that moment, our server appeared with our meals, and her drawn-on eyebrows were pulled quite low over her eyes as she took in our new seating arrangement.“You’re both going to sit on one side of the table while you eat, then?” she asked, not waiting for an answer before saying, “How cute,” in a way that indicated she did not think this was especially cute. She picked up all of Hannah’s utensils and moved them to where Hannah now sat at my side and let out a sigh. “Anything else?”“We’re good, thanks,” I said, having a hard time looking at her now that I’d begun thinking too hard about her eyebrows. Hannah elbowed me in the ribs, and I launched into a coughing fit to stop from laughing.“Oookay, then,” t
My head jerked off the pillow the second I woke up. Early morning sunshine came through the slats of the blinds in my bedroom. Crap. I hadn’t meant to fall asleep last night while Lincoln was still working on my back door. After that kiss in the parking lot, I thought the night would have gone completely different. When he seemed intent on playing handyman instead of attentive boyfriend, I came in here to rest until he put the tools away. I must have fallen asleep.I looked down to see my dress wrinkled, my heels kicked off beside the bed, and an old orange afghan Aunt Betty had kept in the hall closet draped over me. The thought of Lincoln coming in and covering me up at some point last night made up for some of the confusion that painted every interaction with that man.Tossing the afghan aside, I slid off the bed and tiptoed out of the room. I had no idea if Lincoln was still here or if he’d left after he found me asleep. My bedroom door swung open without a sound, thanks to the ne
“I love that your hair is long enough to grab a handful,” I murmured as I slid my fingers through his dark hair.He backed away just a fraction. “Do I need a haircut?”I used my grip on his hair to pull him back to my lips. I shook my head even while I kissed one side of his mouth and did the same on the other side. “Absolutely not.”When my face felt sunburned from the scrape of his beard, Lincoln pulled back again. His eyes had gone hazy, and he’d lost the frown line. I’d done that to him. An overwhelming sense of needing to take care of this man, just like he’d been taking care of me, took root. I made it my mission to erase that frown.“Can we spend the day together?” Lincoln whispered.My brain tumbled into gear as I thought about what I had planned for the day. “I have to work a four-hour shift this afternoon, but we can spend the morning together.”Lincoln grinned before kissing me quickly and pushing to stand up. He held out his hand and helped me up. “How about we make breakf
Throughout Hannah’s shift, I texted her. Even though I was finding it easier to actually say what was on my mind, now that a lot of the uncertainty had been removed, it was easier still to tell her what I was really thinking without the pressure of her standing before me, her eyes on mine.Me: You look ridiculously hot in that apron.Paint Fairy: I can swipe it after my shift if you’d like to see it later.The very idea sent heat rushing through me.Me: Yes please.Paint Fairy: What do you want to do after I’m done with work? Me: Is this a question about dinner? Or something else?Paint Fairy: What kind of question do you want it to be? Me: Something else. Very much something else.Paint Fairy: I’ll keep the apron then.When Hannah’s shift was over, we stood on the sidewalk for a moment, looking at one another. We’d spent almost twenty-four hours together at this point, with the exception of the half hour at the beginning of her shift where I’d run home to shower and change, and while
Funny how contentment could sneak up and fill in the little cracks in your heart when you least expected it. For me, it was opening my eyes to Lincoln’s smiling face, realizing I was now an owner of a house from the aunt I never knew and living in a town I was just getting familiar with. This wasn’t part of my one-year plan in any shape or form, but clearly, I’d have to come up with a new plan. I wanted more of this.“Good morning,” Lincoln whispered.I thought I’d be gone from this town in a few months and now I couldn’t imagine waking up without that greeting every single day for the rest of my life. Then again, I’d thought that once before and it had turned out badly. Better to temper my excitement and keep my eyes wide open this time around.“Morning,” I said back, stretching to get my body to wake up.“I was thinking we could—” Lincoln was cut off by a pounding on his front door. He groaned, leaning down to kiss me before sitting up and sliding out of bed.“I’ll be right back. Do
“Oh, you hush, child. I brought you into this world. I can take you out.” Pam pulled out of the hug with her two sons and slapped Dalton’s arm. Her gaze snagged on me standing there with the refreshments.“Hannah! You came! Oh, I’m so happy you’re here!” She rushed over and swept me into a hug, twirling me around with surprising strength for someone her size. I was at least a head taller than her.“Happy birthday, Mrs. Cunningham.” I hugged her back the best I could with bottles in my hands. Lincoln set the donuts down on a table nearby and rushed over to grab the drinks for me.Lincoln’s mom grabbed my arms and gave me a look I’d seen her give her sons. “You listen here, young lady. I’m Pam or Mom. None of this Mrs. Cunningham stuff. It may be my birthday, but I will not be made to feel old. I’m just another year wiser.”I liked her, despite years of trying to protect my heart from mothers. “You got it, Pam. Thanks for having me.”She smiled and wrapped her arm around my waist, pulli
Hannah had been gone more than fifteen minutes, and I was beginning to wonder if my family had been too much for her. Four boys, plus the assorted family friends we’d invited to help Mom celebrate, could be a lot. Of all people, I understood that.In the winery’s big tasting room, Mom’s birthday celebration had already turned into a party, despite the early hour. Mom was seated at a stool in the center of the long counter, and Robin sat next to her, the two of them cackling about something. Mom’s oldest friend and our next-door neighbor, Janice, sat on her other side, joining in but also deeply engaged in conversation with El about something, while Boston, Dalton, and Sophia were off to one side of the room. We’d invited a few of Mom and Dad’s other friends from the area, and all the little tables in the tasting room were full of happy faces, locals enjoying a mid-morning celebration of one of the nicest people in town—my mom.I stood across the counter from Mom and the ladies, sippin
She put one foot up, but then stopped, and the ringmaster leapt down to give her his arm. She leaned on him heavily, her thin spindly limbs shaking as she climbed to the stage, where she spun and gave us another grin, clearly something she’d perfected in her days as the Rubber Woman.“Why do I feel a little scared?” Hannah whispered in my ear. “Me too,” I assured her.The elderly Rubber Woman was surprisingly limber, I had to give her that. She began by doing a slow dance that involved kicking her leg up and catching it with her hands, then pulling it behind her neck before pirouetting around on the standing leg. She moved gracefully, and soon was on the floor, going through a series of splits and backbends in time with the music. For a few moments, we all sat enthralled—she was really very good.But as she reached her grand finale, which involved bending backwards and essentially crawling through her own legs to grin at us upside down, her weight on her elbows, the grin turned into a