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“That’s me. How about Friday night? Does that work with your schedule and childcare?”
“I’ll make it work.” Olivia said breathlessly.
I chuckled. “Perfect. See you then.”
Her sisters didn’t scare me. If anything, it only intrigued me more.
CHAPTER FOUR
Jules
The week seemedto drag now that I wanted Friday to be here more than ever. I couldn’t focus, couldn’t think straight, my mind drifting off and replaying the same fantasy I’d had for days.
What it would be like to kiss the lumbersnack.
Because, like my sisters pointed out, he wasn’t just a lumberjack. He was a snack, one I desperately wanted to sink my teeth into.
After closing the pie shop on Friday, Leo went with Natalie, Steve, and their two kids for a sleepover. I had the entire night free to myself, leaving me plenty of time to pamper myself and clean up.
We exchanged numbers before he left the pie shop the other day and we’d been texting all week. He asked me to show him the town and all the fun local hotspots. He also wanted to try one of my savory pies and offered to buy several instead of paying for a restaurant meal. But I couldn’t take his money, nor did I care about a fancy meal. So instead, I made us a fresh chicken pot pieand a cut a couple of slices of my new finding love pie made with fresh raspberries and dark chocolate.
I packed us a picnic dinner, warming the pie and putting it in the insulated bag along with paper goods, a bottle of champagne, and our dessert pie.
Around seven o’clock, my doorbell rang. I peeked out the window and double checked it was who I thought it was.
Sure enough, there Miles stood, in tight jeans, a tight flannel button down with the sleeves rolled up halfway, exposing his deliciously tattooed and muscular forearms. It was a warmer fall night, and I hadn’t expected to see skin, but I liked it. Very much.
He held a bouquet of wildflowers in his hand and wore a big smile on his face. I nearly orgasmed on the spot, soaking my thong.
Whelp, good thing there wasn’t too much fabric to soak.
Was I expecting to get lucky? Maybe.
Who wouldn’t want to get lucky with the likes of him?
I opened the door, and the scent of his cologne sent my stomach swirling, a mix of anticipation, excitement, and desire all rolled into one heady combination.
“Hi, gorgeous. You look stunning.” Miles said.
My cheeks flushed hot. “Thank you. As do you.”
“I wouldn’t say stunning, but if you say so, I’ll take it.” He grinned and handed me the bouquet. “Pretty flowers for an even prettier lady.”
“Thank you.” I took them in my hand and inhaled their sweet scent. “Let me go put these in some water.” I handed him the picnic basket and headed to the kitchen for a vase and water.
When I went back to the front door, Miles had his head halfway in the picnic basket. I laughed out loud at the sight. “Hey! No looksies!”
Miles grinned sheepishly. “I’m sorry, it smelled too good. I couldn’t resist.”
“Okay, you’re forgiven. But I’m in charge of the basket.” I took it from him after snapping the lid securely shut. “Ready for your grand tour of Forest Grove?”
“Let’s do it.” Miles held out his hand, and when I slid mine into his, it felt like my world shifted into place.
The place I’d always been looking for.
Miles drove a large pickup truck,and it easily handled the mountain terrain. With all the snow we got every winter, he would be all set with this beast.
I showed him all the local hot spots, including the dive bar in town, a couple of diners, and the best spot for a pizza.
