Pumpkin Spice (Cupid's Coffeeshop Book 10) by Courtney Hunt

Author:Courtney Hunt [Hunt, Courtney]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2016-10-06T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Five

On Friday night, after another crushing loss, Natalie took refuge on her porch swing. She sipped a warm cup of pumpkin spice tea, liberally laced with milk and sugar. She rested her head against the seat back and pushed off, watching the stars. She’d been coach for just under two weeks; she didn’t expect miracles but some sign of change would be helpful. Maybe even wanting that much was unrealistic. She only had a few more chances to prove her potential as a coach or this entire uprooting of her life would be for naught.

“Want some company?” Jameson called softly.

Natalie raised her head to find Jameson standing at the edge of her white picket fence. He grinned at her. Her heart sped up and tingles of awareness shot through her. He took her silence for assent and strolled up the walk. She watched him, his dark sweatshirt taut across his strong shoulders. Well, maybe being in Ashford Falls wasn’t a total waste of time. In the two days since their incandescent kiss, she’d thought of him often. In the halls at school, she would catch little glimpses of him and every time, her heart leapt, as eager to see her crush as any school girl. She couldn’t deny her inconvenient attraction any longer.

Deciding what to do about it was another matter.

He took his seat next to her on the swing, his strong thigh warm against hers. He smelled of the outdoors, pine and fresh air. She resisted resting her head on his shoulder and shifted away slightly. He pulled two amber bottles out of the paper sack he carried, the glass clinking together. A brightly lettered label proclaimed it Pumpkin Ale.

“Thought you might want something stronger than coffee this time.”

“I can’t imagine why,” Natalie chuckled and took the bottle from him, the glass cool against her hand.

He patted his pockets. “Shoot. I forgot a bottle opener. Be right back.”

“I think I saw one in the kitchen. Come on inside.” Natalie waved him inside her rental, very conscious of the door latching behind her, shutting out the world. Inside the house, it was just her and Jameson. And this achy, unsatisfied, dangerous desire between them.

She led him back to the kitchen and opened two bottles of beer. She handed Jameson his beer, their fingers brushing on the bottle. She met his eyes, acknowledging the heat simmering there, but carefully stepped back and took a sip of the ale. Pumpkin, spices, and bitter hops burst over her tongue as she swallowed.

“Hey, I was going to say cheers,” Jameson complained before sipping his own beer.

“Not much to be cheerful about,” Natalie pointed out. “We lost again.”

“You do realize the Panthers winning a game would be a miracle, right?” Jameson leaned against the counter. “Even scoring would be evidence of divine intervention.”

“If this is your version of a pep talk, it needs work.” Natalie raked a hand through her hair as Jameson chuckled.

“They’re good,” Jameson argued. “Okay, well, not good but better than they were.

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