The Sweetest Kiss (Kissed by the Bay Book 4) by Susan Hatler

Author:Susan Hatler [Hatler, Susan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Kissed by the Bay series, Book 4
Publisher: Hatco Publishing
Published: 2016-08-31T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

It was a glorious day for a sidewalk fair. The noontime sunshine sent a transparent sheet of lemony-yellow light down onto the adobe and stucco buildings, picking out the ocher and carnelian in the red-tiled roofs. The whole downtown area of Blue Moon Bay was built in the Spanish Colonial style, and it seemed exotic and precious with that sheet of light bearing down, the cloudless blue sky overhead, and the street vendors set up in front of the shops.

The day was made even better by the feel of Brian’s hand around mine. We stopped at a small booth selling handcrafted beaten silver jewelry and Brian pointed to a specific piece. “Look, that’s beautiful.”

“What?” I stared down at the selection of jewelry and at the bracelet he’d pointed to. It was stunning, a single silver rope with a clasp made of some semi-precious stone that had been carved to resemble the blue moon. The moon, cradled in a slim circle of silver, was what caught my eye and my heart flipped in my chest. Did Brian know there had been a blue moon the night he’d kissed me out on the beach? If so, what did he think that meant?

Brian picked up the bracelet and then slid the silver rope around my wrist. The metal felt cool against my skin at first, then quickly warmed as he hooked that little moon clasp. Then he smiled down at me, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. “It’s perfect.”

Brian asked the vendor how much it cost. It wasn’t over-the-top expensive but it was pricey enough that my fingers immediately moved to the clasp to hand it back. Before I could take it off, Brian whipped out his wallet and paid for it.

“You don’t have to do that,” I protested.

“Of course I don’t have to. I want to, though.”

How could I say no to that or to the real and wonderful smile on his face? I couldn’t. I stared down at the carved moon, my heart aching. This was my first easy and perfect relationship and, with any luck at all, I’d be flying off to Italy in a month and then it would end.

Brian lifted his head and sniffed. “Do you smell churros?”

I laughed, swatting him playfully on the arm. “How can you smell churros when there’s so many scents from all those food trucks?”

“I have a refined nose.” He took my hand again and we started walking. “Besides, I lured you out of the dress shop on your lunch break with the promise of actual lunch so I must feed you now.”

“Churros aren’t lunch, you know,” I said, teasing him.

“Depends on the churro.”

“Guy logic.” I giggled. There’s no fighting it. The lines for the food trucks were long, snaking along the sidewalks and there was no way to tell which line went to which truck so we just picked one. Brian leaned against me and my heart hammered in my chest. The smell of his cologne and that good smell of wood that always surrounded him wafted up my nose.

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