Bliss and the Art of Forever (A Hope Springs Novel Book 4) by Kent Alison

Author:Kent, Alison [Kent, Alison]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Montlake Romance
Published: 2015-01-19T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Sitting at her kitchen table with her Sunday morning latte, still wearing her yoga pants and the Austin Fire Department T-shirt she’d slept in, her feet in cozy socks, her legs crossed, Brooklyn thought of only one thing: that kiss.

Oh, that kiss. She brought her mug to her mouth, held it there, swearing she could still feel the press of Callum’s lips beneath the steam from the espresso and very hot milk. The skin around her lips was slightly chapped from his beard, and she touched the most sensitive spot with the tip of one finger, closing her eyes and remembering the heat of his breath on her face.

What in the world had she been thinking, falling into him the way she had, his mouth, his hands, his body? Falling into the moment and wanting more of him? Falling into the fantasy of being able to have him when there were so many reasons she couldn’t: her trip, his mother, Artie’s ashes, his daughter, Bianca’s need for a teacher, his focus on good choices.

The kiss was a bad one. A very bad one. Even so, she spent much of Sunday morning reliving Saturday night. Wanting to go back and finish what they’d started. Wanting to go back and not kiss him at all. Wanting more.

Kissing him had been . . . amazing wasn’t a strong enough word. She was a teacher. She had an advanced degree in education, yet she couldn’t come up with a description for what they’d done together, to each other, there in Bliss’s kitchen. That was Sunday. All. Day. Long.

Monday’s spelling lesson was a hit. Bees and beavers and bugs and bulls. Kelly Webber came up with begonias; she and her mother had looked at flowers over the weekend, now that the home improvement stores were stocking starter plants for spring. Luke Bean, grandson of Alva, offered the Beatles, explaining to the class how his grandfather played music on vinyl LPs.

Adrianne added butterflies and berries. While at Kelly’s during the weekend, she, too, had gone plant shopping, where she’d seen the first, and then to the Gardens on Three Wishes Road with her father, where Callum, Brooklyn learned from his daughter, had bought the second.

The strawberries from Indiana Gatlin’s greenhouse would be dipped in chocolate for a party at the home of local sculptor Orville Gatlin and his wife, Merrilee, who had judged the dessert competition at the Second Baptist Church carnival. Brooklyn knew about the soiree from gossip shared by Jean Dial. What she hadn’t known until Jean had mentioned it was that Callum did that sort of catering.

Tuesday brought a quick call from Bianca. Artie’s cousin had remembered another family heirloom Grandmother Zola had given him, an olive-wood mortar and pestle that Brooklyn recalled sitting on top of his bureau for years. She promised to find it and send it along with the vase.

Thursday saw two more fathers visit Brooklyn’s class to read stories for her Dads Love Books, Too! reading program, and

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