Page 96 of Riding the Sugar High

I scoff. “Huh. You wouldn’t guess.” I cross my legs and fan myself with one hand. “Sorry to break it to you, but you’re impossibly tall and gorgeous. You’ll hardly ever go unnoticed.”

He gives me a pleased smile and stands a little straighter.

“What?”

“You’re tiny and gorgeous.”

“Oh.” I can’t help the grin that takes over my whole face. “Thank you.”

His eyes stay on me, but he doesn’t say a word, even though I try to mentally will him to speak. It would be the perfect moment, seeing as it’s just the two of us at the stall. But nothing comes, so with a resigned exhale, I take my tablet out.

“I think I know which recipe to send to Marisol.”

A hint of a smile plays on his lips. “Let me guess. You know whatyouwant to make.”

“You were right. I keep worrying about what they want, what will sell, or what people like. But this is my candy—my dream. And I know exactly what I want to make.”

“What’s that?”

“Strawberry candy.”

His smile turns warm and proud.

“I know it’s pretty basic, but?—”

“No.” His head shakes. “I think it’s perfect.”

“Hopefully, Chloe will feel the same way.”

“She will.” When he notices my concerned frown, he rubs his thumb on my cheek. “She will, Primrose. She’d have to be an idiot to let you go.”

An older man approaches the table, and after looking at the apricots, he moves on to the vegetables and grabs a couple of onions, carefully weighing them in his hands.

“Hey.” Logan moves closer, his voice a whisper in my ear that sends my heart into a frenzy. “About that kiss...”

Yes, about that kiss.

This is it,finally. He wants to talk about it. What is he going to say? That it was a mistake and we should forget about it? That it was a mistake to wait so long to do it? I’m pretty sure my elbows are sweating, and I don’t think that’s ever happened before.

“Sorry I broke your rule.”

My nervous tension eases as I burst into a heartfelt chuckle. “You’re not much for rules anyway, are you?”

“No, I’m not.” His hand brushes the hair off my shoulder; then his lips are even closer. “Did you check something off your list?”

“Take me by surprise.”

“Ouch.”

“What?”

“Well, I was aiming for number twenty-three.”

Make my whole body tingle.

“When I wrote that, I pictured more than kissing.”

He lets out a low rumble, his lips now an inch away from my neck as his beard scratches my skin. “Challenge accepted.”

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