Season Starter: Summer Loving Book One by A.M. Daniels

Author:A.M. Daniels [Daniels, A.M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-05-25T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Harrison

When I told Jessie it was a “date,” she knew it wasn’t, right?

Shopping around for appliances and hardware for a house wasn’t a date. Maybe it could be for a married couple with four kids, people who never had a chance to be without their offspring—like an errand became a getaway.

But if I actually had the balls to ask her out—still after all these years and now that we’d cleared up my firing her—it wouldn’t be a half-hour drive to the next town over to walk miles through home goods and hardware stores.

I’d… Hell, I’d often thought about what I’d like to do with Jessie. Mainly naked, fun things, but I could be romantic too. A picnic at the lake, waiting to watch the sunset. Or a day trip to check out a museum and eat at a restaurant where we didn’t know all the employees like everyone did in Kormane. Even something fancier, a dance and dinner somewhere classier. A baseball game, or just vegging and watching a movie. Any and all of it sounded good.

Instead, I was here, picking her up at her apartment in the morning, right after dropping Mel off at school.

“It’s not a date,” I whispered to myself, watching as she headed toward my truck. In jeans and a white blouse tied in a knot at her waist, she looked laidback yet dressy enough for a casual date. Long waves of auburn bounced over her shoulders, different from the constant ponytails she’d stuck with during her adventures with velvet removal.

Not a date. But it’s close enough.

“Hey,” I said in greeting as she opened the door.

“Hey yourself.” She flashed me a smile and then dropped it. “Please tell me we’ll stop for coffee first.”

“Not a morning person?”

“Never, ever, ever.” She grunted. “Which, according to your walking-dictionary of a daughter, means I’m a morgenmuffel.”

Crap. Another word to add to the list. I grinned, appreciating her raw honesty. “Good thing I thought ahead.” Tapping one finger on the extra coffee in the cupholder, I set the truck in drive.

She gasped, then keened a needy sound, lunging for the cup from the best coffee shop in town—where Evie worked. It sure helped me to earn this brownie point, her best friend knowing exactly what kind of coffee Jessie preferred. Simple enough, she liked it black. Bitter enough to scald the soul awake was how Evie described it.

“You are my hero.”

Well, hell, I wasn’t starting off on a bad foot here.

However, any semblance of this being a chance to hang out at all flew out the window pretty quickly. Just because I was shuffling work on the reno to afford the time “off” to go shopping with her like this didn’t mean the project would stop. If my phone wasn’t ringing, I was getting a text. One after the other. Workers checking on something. Customer service from vendors verifying orders. Even Mikey double-checking something.

I’d glanced at Jessie, grateful she didn’t seem peeved. Staring out the window, she seemed chill. Maybe this was a rare chance for her to relax.

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