Faking It With the Grump: A romantic comedy by Kate O’Keeffe

Author:Kate O’Keeffe
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Wild Lime Books

Chapter 15

Christopher

Harper throws a critical eye at my meal. “I cannot believe you ordered the famous Second Chance burger without the bun or the fries. I think that is an actual legal offense in Hunter’s Creek. You’d better hope I don’t turn you in.” She’s got this super cute cheeky smile on her face as she picks a French fry from her plate and puts it in her mouth.

We’re sitting in the Second Chance Café having dinner. We’ve spent a lot of time together in the last week, and it’s not necessarily been in front of other people, either. I know it’s because we enjoy one another’s company, and for me, being with her brings so much light and warmth into my day.

Sure, some of the time we’re together is spent working on the festival performance, but we’ve met for meals and coffee and long walks through the parklands and forest that border the town, too.

Harper looks breathtakingly beautiful again tonight, as she does every time I see her. This time, she’s wearing a pair of faded jeans that hug her body in the best possible way, and one of her floral tops that’s loose fitting but sexy at the same time. No daisies this time.

Yes, I’m still keeping score.

I shake my head as she crams more fries into her mouth. “Well, I can’t believe you ordered the same burger with extra fries.”

“It’s because they’re so good. Here, you have to try one.” She takes a fry and holds it up, close to my lips, as though she’s going to feed it to me. It’s an intimate thing to do, and shows me how close we’ve become—and not for show.

I open my mouth to protest and she pushes the fry inside. “Hey!” I exclaim before I chew on the fry.

“See? Good, right?”

“I cannot believe you just did that to me,” I reply with a laugh.

She’s right. It’s a very good French fry. But it’s still a French fry, and ordinarily, I don’t touch them. “You do know that is the first time I’ve had deep fried food in years?”

“Well, it’s high time you had some more, then, isn’t it?” she replies with her grin in place. “Aunt Sheila?” she calls out.

The fact that the owner of the coffeehouse is Harper’s aunt, is further proof of my hypothesis that everyone in Hunter’s Creek is related.

“What is it, honey?” Sheila asks.

“Topher tells me he hasn’t had French fries in years.”

“He what?” Sheila calls back, and every head in the place turns to look at me.

Terrific.

“Get that man a plate of French fries, stat!” a voice calls out from another table, and I look to see it’s Suzanne, my colleague from the mill, grinning back at me.

“Good call,” Harper says to her. “One plate of French fries, thanks, Aunt Sheila.”

“Coming right up, honey,” she replies, throwing us a wink and a grin as wide as Mount Rainier. See? I’ve got the local lingo down pat.

Things have come a long way since I first

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