Sweet Tea & Second Chances: A Second Chance Small Town Romantic Comedy (Lovebird Café Book 1)

by Dylann Crush

  She turned around to size me up. “Didn’t your dad wear a mullet back in high school? I swear I’ve seen some pictures.”

  If there was one thing that would get me worked up, it was being compared to my dad. Cassie knew it and dammit, she knew I knew she knew it. Game on. “Get over here.”

  She danced around the new kitchen table—a huge piece of wood I’d salvaged from an oak that had blown down in a storm a few years ago. I’d been saving the giant slab for something special and couldn’t think of a better project than a handmade addition to what I’d always consider Cassie’s family’s place.

  “No way. You’ve got that look in your eyes.”

  “What look?” I dodged right, trying to grab hold of her arm.

  She laughed, pulling away. “That look that says we’re not going to make it out the front door if you catch me.”

  She was right. There had been quite a few evenings we’d made plans and never followed through. I’d been spending more nights with Cassie than I had at home lately. But tonight was different. Tonight I had to show her something I’d been working on for the past week and a half. Something I hoped she’d have a hard time turning down.

  Cassie

  An hour after Robbie showed up, we finally managed to leave the house. Evidently the smell of fresh baked chicken pot pie was his instant aphrodisiac. Who knew? I practically bounced up and down on the passenger seat of his truck, eager to find out what he absolutely had to show me. He stopped at the curb, right in front of the old Lovebird Café.

  “Please tell me you’re turning this into your new construction office and that’s why you brought me here.” I leveled a no-nonsense frown at him. He’d been amping up his efforts to prove there was plenty to keep me in Swallow Springs, but this took his determination to a whole new level.

  “I just want you to see the inside, okay? No pressure.” He squeezed my hand then pulled me close to kiss my temple.

  I closed my eyes, breathing him in. “Right.”

  “No, really. I had a meeting in the building next door earlier this week and had a chance to peek inside. It got me thinking.”

  My palm pressed against the soft cotton of his shirt. “Thinking, huh? We’re not supposed to be thinking about things. What happened to just living for the moment? Taking one day at a time and enjoying the summer together?”

  “You’re right.” He wrapped both hands around the steering wheel. “Sorry, I was getting ahead of myself.”

  I didn’t say a word, just pursed my lips and waited.

  “Yep. I got it.” He cranked the key in the ignition. “It’s too bad though. They just installed a few new deck ovens right before they closed down. Thought maybe you’d like to see how they laid out the kitchen. It’s pretty cool.”

  “Wait.” If chicken pot pie was Robbie’s number one turn on, brand spanking new commercial kitchen equipment was mine. I put my hand on his arm. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt to just take a look. Maybe I can get some ideas for the new place in Dallas.”

  “Well, if you’re sure you want to.” Robbie smirked. He knew he’d piqued my interest with the promise of ovens and wattage and heat. How was I so easily swayed?

  We climbed out of the truck and Robbie pulled a key from his pocket.

  “Who gave you a key?”

  “I told the owner of the building I wanted to check it out.”

  “And they trusted you with the key?”

  He shrugged. “In Swallow Springs? If anything turns up missing, they won’t have to go far to find me.”

  True. Another reminder of just how small of a town Swallow Springs really was. You couldn’t even turn around without fifteen people asking why you were changing direction.

  The bell above the door jangled as we entered the old diner. Late afternoon light slanted across the Formica tables by the window. Memories swirled around, making me dizzy, filling my head with images of times long past. Me and Robbie snuggling in the back corner booth…Grandma and Grandpa treating me to a stack of chocolate chip pancakes after church on Sunday…This place had once been the heart of downtown. Now it sat, practically untouched since they’d shut the doors.

  Robbie took a seat at the counter. “They used to have the best Reuben sandwiches. Remember that homemade Thousand Island dressing?”

  “Yeah.” I hopped onto a stool next to him and spun around. “But I always loved the cherry bomb pie.”

  “Best chicken-fried steak in Missouri.” Robbie kicked a foot out to stop my spinning. “Although yours is better.”

  I leaned an elbow on the counter. “I know what you’re trying to do, and it’s not going to work.”

  He laughed. “Oh yeah? What am I trying to do?”

  “Get me all warm and fuzzy inside, thinking about how I could reopen this place and make it my own.”

  Robbie faked surprise. “Well hell, Cass. The thought never occurred to me. But now that you mention it…”

  I rolled my eyes. “Right.”

  “No, really” He hopped off his stool. “You could change the seating around here to add a space for more tables.”

  “Or I could put up a wall over there and expand the kitchen. Mrs. Cahill’s been talking about needing a place to do some catering.” A glimmer of an idea sparked. “There’s plenty of seating here, especially if we took out that line of booths and put in some more round tables.”

  “Sure.” Robbie nodded. “And they still have that little patio out back.”

  “Really?” My brain spun with possibilities. “Wouldn’t it be so cute to put some bistro tables out there and decorate with birdhouses and bird baths? You know, keep the lovebird theme going?”

  Robbie leaned against a table. “Whatever you think.”

  “And the kitchen—” I pushed through the swinging doors to check out the equipment. “They’ve got everything here someone would need to open up again.”

  My gaze flew over the stainless counters and commercial-grade appliances. The deck ovens Robbie mentioned sat against the back wall, beckoning me to peek inside.

  “Wouldn’t take much to slap a fresh coat of paint on the walls,” Robbie called from the dining area.

  He was right, it wouldn’t. Visions of what could be played through my mind. I imagined a full house on a Sunday morning. The faint smell of bacon drifted past my nose. I could almost hear the chicken-fried steak bubbling in the fryer and the comforting whir of a hooded vent fan—the perfect kind of white noise to soothe my soul.

  Folks from Swallow Springs and the surrounding communities would have a place to gather again. How many times had I sat at one of the tables by the front window while Grandpa sipped on an endless cup of coffee while he read the paper? I could do this, I knew it. But slinging hash browns and flipping grilled cheese sandwiches wasn’t what I’d been busting my ass for over the past several years.

  The Lovebird Café would never top the short list of hot new places to try or attract food critics from hundreds of miles away. The sparkle of what could be dimmed, fading back against the dingy, grease-stained walls and washed-out linoleum of the past.

  “So, what do you think?” Robbie’s gaze held hope.

  “I think it could be great.”

  He smiled, the kind of smile that welled up from deep inside. I didn’t want to tell him that I meant it could be great for someone else. Time was going to take care of that for me, and we were running short.

  “Now how about we get back to those chicken and dumplings I promised you?”

  “This place looks good on you, Cass. Aren’t you tempted at all?”

  “I’ll think about.”

  “Promise?” He held out a hand.

  I slid mine into his and held on tight. “Yeah, I promise.” And I meant it, too. I’d think about it, but I already knew my dreams were bigger than Swallow Springs. I also knew the longer I stayed, the more Robbie would weasel his way back into my heart, and the harder it was going to be to leave him when the time came.

  21

 
; Robbie

  “That was incredible.” I pushed back from the table, letting out a satisfied sigh. My belly was stuffed beyond the point of full thanks to the huge batch of chicken and dumplings Cassie had made.

  She stood from the table, snagging my plate as she turned toward the sink.

  “Hey, not so fast.” I wrapped an arm around her to pull her into my lap. “I’ll clean up.”

  “Good. I’ll let you.” She set the plates back down on the table and wrapped her arms around my neck.

  We sat in silence for a few beats, the rhythmic tick-tock of her grandma’s vintage kitchen clock the only sound in the newly renovated kitchen. I ran my hand up and down her back, committing the feel of her against me to memory.

  “Work’s going pretty well on the place.”

  Cass nestled into my chest. “Yeah, it’s coming together.”

  I needed to ask, had been putting it off for the past two weeks. “Can I ask you something?”

  She tensed. “Is it about the Lovebird Café?”

  “No.” My hand stilled. I was hoping she’d seize that opportunity and run with it. But Cass wasn’t the kind of woman to make snap decisions. I’d planted the seed of an idea, along with half of Swallow Springs, it seemed. Now I needed to sit back and let her work it out on her own. But I did need to push on a few other things. “It’s about the bathtub.”

  A groan vibrated through her. “Do we have to give up the tub?”

  “It’s up to you. Most folks will want a shower though. Unless you want to add on a bathroom somewhere—”

  “No. That’s not in the budget. I suppose a shower would be more appealing to a buyer. But I’ve already let Big Bertha go. I know it’s the right thing to do. Just give me a few more days, okay?”

  “You got it. But don’t wait too long, or you won’t get your money in time.”

  Cassie turned toward the window. The renovations had been giving her a hard time. She hadn’t admitted it but I could tell by the way she cringed every time I ripped a piece of wallpaper off the wall or tore out a piece of wood paneling. The place was looking good. Once she finally agreed to replace the tub with a shower/tub combination she’d be just about ready to list it.

  Hattie Hayes had called a truce and had been poking around after I’d ended things with Caroline. Evidently securing a listing held more weight than holding a grudge. She wanted to bring a couple local folks through before she officially put it on the market. If I had my way, Cassie would finally come to her senses and decide she belonged here with me, not in some high-class, lah-ti-dah kitchen in Dallas.

  “You staying over?” She stood and made a move to grab the plates again.

  I nudged her hands out of the way. “Hey, I said I’d clean up. You want me to?”

  “If you’re up for it.” She bit her bottom lip.

  “I’d like to.” Jake and I were taking the team to a baseball tournament over the next few days. Tonight was my last night to spend with Cassie, and I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

  She nodded. “Good.”

  “Well, it’s settled then. I’ll clean up the kitchen. Why don’t you go relax? Maybe take a bath in that tub.” I lifted a brow.

  The edges of her mouth turned up in a grin. Damn she was beautiful when she smiled—all lit up from the inside out. “What exactly are you suggesting, Mr. Jordan?”

  I set the plates down on the counter and turned on the shiny new faucet. “I’m not suggesting anything. Just thought maybe we ought to try out the tub one more time. You know, for old time’s sake.”

  “How long’s it going to take you to clean up the kitchen?” She pressed into my backside as she slid her hands into my pockets.

  Need coursed through my veins. “About as long as it ought to take you to strip down and fill up that tub.”

  Her laugh cascaded through her chest, vibrating against my back. I fought the urge to turn around and start something right there on the new kitchen counters.

  “I guess I’d better get a move on.” She kissed my shoulder than stepped away.

  As I rinsed the plates, I turned to watch her move through the kitchen toward the back porch. She lifted her T-shirt over her head then tossed it on the ground. By the time she’d pulled the elastic out of her hair, I’d flipped off the water and covered the distance between us.

  “Robbie, what are you doing? I thought you were going to clean up the kitchen?”

  My soapy hands slipped under the tank top she had on underneath. “The dishes can wait, Cassafras, but I can’t.”

  Cassie

  “Come on in, Cass. The water feels great.” Robbie had stripped naked after he’d turned on the tap. He leaned back, draping his arms over the edges.

  I let my gaze drift over his bare body. His arms were browned by the sun, at least from mid-biceps and below. “Nice farmer tan you’ve got going there.”

  A half-smile quirked on his lips and he reached up, cupping a hand behind my neck and pulling me closer. I leaned in for his kiss, always eager for the sweet taste of his lips on mine. We’d spent the past couple of weeks joined at the lips, and I still couldn’t get enough of him. I thought giving in to the old feelings would make it easier to say goodbye, but instead it would be especially hard to leave him when our time was up.

  As the kiss deepened, he parted his lips and slipped his tongue inside my mouth. My hands twisted the wet curls at the nape of his neck. He’d been working outside on the siding all day, and the smell of sweat and sunshine drifted off his skin. I tried to brand this perfect moment into my brain.

  He slid his hands up under my tank, his fingers fumbled with the clasp of my bra, impatient, clumsy. I pushed them away. “Let me.” I finished the job he started, then pulled my arms through the straps and let my bra fall to the floor. His hands reached for me and I leaned forward, eager for his touch, hungry for the feel of his hands on my bare skin.

  “Fuck it.” Robbie wrapped an arm around my back and pulled me close.

  I half fell, half slid into the tub, the warm water soaking my skirt. Water splashed up over the edge and onto the tile floor.

  “Robbie!”

  A smile spread across his face as he settled me onto his lap, my thighs straddling his hips. He pushed my skirt up around my waist and his erection poked up between us. My mouth went to his neck, and I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. The taste of salt mixed in with the warm water of the tub. I licked it from his skin.

  “God, Cass. You feel so good.”

  I moaned. His hands spread across my back then rounded my ribcage and splayed over my breasts. I arched up, giving him better access. His fingers circled my nipples, teasing, taunting. My body ached for him. I had to have more.

  “Robbie, I—”

  “Do you think we can still do it in the tub?” His eyes twinkled up at me from under a thick lock of hair that had fallen across his forehead.

  I laughed. “Just like old times, huh?”

  “Only one way to find out.” Robbie shifted me from his waist to his shins and leaned over to grab his jeans off the toilet lid. His fingers slid into the back pocket and he pulled out a condom.

  Robbie slid his feet out from in between my legs and lifted his hips up out of the water to roll it on.

  “Where were we?” He fisted his hand in my white tank top, now see through thanks to the tub full of water, and pulled me back up to his waist.

  I shifted my hips, pushed my mini skirt farther up around my middle, and eased myself down onto him.

  His thumbs brushed against my nipples through the front of my wet tank. They stiffened at his touch. His gaze met mine and he brought his mouth to my breast, sucking at my nipple through the thin, wet cotton.

  My body was buoyant in the water. I pushed my hips down, searching for his. Frustrated by the brief, teasing contact, my body shifted, frantically searching for something to build on. Robbie moved out from under me and flipped me over. A wave of water splashed onto the floor. His mouth twisted into a smirk.
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br />   “We’ll try it your way later.” He slid my panties to the side, entering me with a thrust, his body smacking down on the water and sending another wave rolling through the tub and over the edge.

  I arched up to meet him again and again, sending more water onto the floor. My hands grabbed at his sides, pulling him closer, desperate to let his body fill mine. A warm pulsing sensation radiated from my depths out to my limbs. I let myself go, chased that spark until it built upon itself, pulsing and growing and then ultimately consuming me. Robbie found his release and I clung to him, bound in every way possible. Every way that mattered in that perfect moment.

  22

  Cassie

  By the time I woke the next morning, Robbie was gone. I ran my hand over the cool sheets, lingering on the indentation on the mattress next to me. I’d miss him over the next few days, but the time apart would be good for us—a taste of things to come. With the work on the house slowing down, there wasn’t much for me to do. I’d promised Mrs. Cahill I’d come into town and help her do the prep work for her catering job of the Humphrey/Talcott wedding this weekend.

  Squeaky clean from my long, drawn out bath the night before, it didn’t take long for me to get ready to go. As I gathered my purse, my cellphone rang. “Hi, Misty.”

  “Hey. Jake and Robbie just pulled out of town for the baseball tournament. When are we getting together so you can fill me in on everything that’s been going on?”

  That was Misty—always wanting to be up on the latest. “There’s nothing to tell.” I tossed my bag into the car and turned on the engine, transferring the call to my car speakers.

  “Did Robbie take you to the restaurant last night?”

  “You knew about that?”

  “Of course. We’re all hoping you change your mind about going back to Texas. Hold on a sec, okay?” She didn’t wait for a response, but I could tell she’d put her hand over the mouthpiece. “Junior, no! Don’t give that to Fisher. Sorry about that. Where were we?”