Page 94 of Just Say Yes

Bug never laughed. Like,ever.

Yet there she was, chuckling into her coffee like Logan was some kind of magician. I leaned against the doorway, watching them. Logan’s bedhead and sleepy grin should have been disarming, but the way he moved—confident, but not cocky—made my stomach do a weird flip.

How did he make it look so easy?

Mischief sparkled in Logan’s eyes as he lifted the mug to his lips. He sighed on the exhale. “Can I pour you a cup?” He moved toward the coffee maker before I could even answer. “Cream and sugar, right?”

I stopped, staring. “Uh—” Noises sputtered out of me, but none of them formed actual words.

Bug walked behind me, reaching for a napkin, when she whispered in my ear. “Close your mouth, dear.”

It snapped shut as I watched my aunt be utterly charmed by the man with bed head who was sneaking glances at me and smiling.

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The Sand DuneArt Barn was just on the outskirts of Outtatowner, nestled between rambling blueberry fields. Lee and Annie had turned a broken-down old barn into a place where tourists and locals flocked to spend an afternoon creating.

The huge doors of the barn were closed, but the parking lot was packed with cars. Next to the barn was Lee and Annie’s farmhouse, with creamy yellow paint and white shutters.

Rushing against the cold wind, I slipped inside the barn. Stacks of painted pottery waiting to be picked up lined the shelves. Behind it, the unpainted pieces waited for customers to unleash their creative talents. It was amazing how they’d turned a once-flailing art studio into a place where people spent rainy afternoons and sunny Saturdays.

My hands were buzzing, not from the cold, but from excitement.

I had to tellsomeoneabout what happened between Logan and me. Sylvie hadn’t answered the phone, and I assumed she was busy with her own life.

Annie would understand.

Behind the counter, Annie’s wild red hair was tied in a scarf. She wrapped a glazed mug in white tissue paper. The customer had transformed the white, unfinished ceramic into a riot of greens: earthy moss green mixed with a basily shade. On top, they’d splattered a pale yellow.

The mix of colors reminded me of Logan’s eyes, and my stomach did a little flip.

Telling Annie felt like popping the cork on a bottle I’d been shaking for weeks. I wanted to scream about how good Logan made me feel, how right it all seemed. But a little voice whispered,Don’t get used to this. He’s not staying.I shoved the thought aside, focusing on Annie’s warm smile.

Impatient, I tapped my foot to release some of the energy building in my body as I waited for the customer to finish. When the customer paid and said their goodbyes, Annie drew her attention to me, and I slapped my hands on the counter.

“I did it!” I leaned forward and practically squealed.

Annie grinned. “Did what?”

I looked around and lowered my voice. “I had no-strings-attached sex. With Logan! And in his jersey too. Oh my god, it was so hot. I’m covering a shift at work, but after that, we’re going to get dinner. Eek!”

Happiness and excitement were pouring out of me.

Annie’s eyes narrowed as she walked around the cash register to join me on the other side. “So let me get this straight: you’ve been going to all his games, wearing his jersey, boning,andyou have plans to go on an actual dinner date later.” Her melodic laugh floated into the air. “I hate to break it to you, but I wouldn’t call that no strings, babe.”

I frowned at her. “I haven’t been toallhis games.”

When our eyes met, we both dissolved into a fit of laughter.

Her hand touched my arm. “I’m happy for you, I am. I just don’t want to see you get hurt.”

“I can handle it,” I said, my voice bitchier than I intended.

Annie’s smile didn’t waver, but her brow crinkled slightly.

“I mean it,” I added, softer this time.

She nodded, but the look in her eyes said she wasn’t convinced.

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