by Deanna Chase
Georgia reread the words she’d written and smiled to herself. It was a decent start that she knew she could build on later, but she’d need a walk in the woods to work out where she was going with it. Understanding that more words weren’t going to be useful at that point, Georgia closed the laptop and stored it back into its bag.
“Hey!” Hanna said, coming over to greet her. “You look like you’re done working.”
“I am for now,” Georgia agreed. “How about you? Are you going to come back to the house with me like you’d planned so you can help me with those wisteria vines that are taking over, or do you need to stay here?” Georgia had decided on a whim to move to Keating Hollow when Yvette had casually mentioned needing to find a renter for her house last winter. The previous renter hadn’t been much for keeping up the gardens, and Yvette, the good friend that she was, had offered a break on the rent if Georgia wanted to deal with it. Georgia had jumped on it. Today was the day she and Hanna had planned to tackle the vines that had become a small jungle, but the café looked busy, and Georgia wasn’t counting on it.
“Sorry. I really do wish I could, but Candy couldn’t make it in today due to some test she has to study for, so I’m covering for her. Rain check?”
“Sure.” Georgia nodded, knowing her friend didn’t have a choice. She understood completely, but she was still sad. She’d been looking forward to the company.
“You know, you could ask Logan,” she said, gesturing to Mr. Forearms. “He’s new in town and might be willing to help you out. He used to run a nursery before he became a novelist.”
Georgia’s ears perked up. “He’s a novelist? What does he write?”
She shrugged. “Fiction, I think. Fantasy? Science fiction? Something like that.”
That was just about perfect. They’d have something in common right away. “Sweet. I think I will.” Georgia gave her friend a wink and then walked over to Mr. Forearms.
He glanced up the moment she approached his table. “Oh, good. I’ll take another double shot, caramel latte, extra whip.”
Georgia just blinked at him for a second. Then, with a shrug, she turned around and went over to the counter where Hanna was already helping another customer. When it was her turn, she ordered his drink.
Hanna laughed when she realized what had happened. And just because she was so tickled, she threw in a piece of cake for Logan as a bonus prize.
“You’re a menace. You know that, right?” Georgia said when Hanna couldn’t stop giggling.
“Yep.” She handed her the drink and the cake and said, “Have fun.”
Georgia returned to the table to find it full of notes with a laptop right in the middle, but no Logan. She placed the coffee cup in a rare empty space but didn’t have anywhere to put the cake, so she just held it until he came back.
“Oh, thank you. I appreciate it. How much do I owe you?” he asked.
“Nothing. Hanna said it’s on the house. Here,”—she handed him the cake—“this too. Something about her being amused that you mistook me for one of the baristas.”
He frowned then glanced from her to the counter area and back again. “Huh.” He put the cake down and smiled sheepishly up at her. “I must’ve been so far gone thinking about my next book that I didn’t even realize you weren’t wearing an apron. I’m so sorry. You really didn’t have to get my coffee for me.”
She waved a hand, indicating it was no big deal. “It’s fine. I’m here practically all the time anyway. I’m probably a barista by default.” She waved to her table, where her notebook of ideas was still in plain sight. “I’m a writer, too.”
“Really? What do you write?” he asked, his eyes alight with interest.
“Paranormal romance. You?”
“High fantasy.” He chuckled as he gestured to his notes. “As you can see, it’s getting a little complicated.”
She laughed. “I definitely can see that. Are you up for a break to chat with a fellow writer, or are you too busy today?”
“I can take a break,” he said, gathering his papers. There were his arms again. Why couldn’t she stop staring at his arms?
Logan stopped sorting his papers, and when she finally raised her gaze to his eyes again, just like that, she felt that same zing of interest she’d first felt with Nick. It caught her completely off guard and made her take a tiny step back.
“Are you okay… Um, I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name.”
“Georgia,” she said, her voice a little husky.
“It’s nice to meet you, Georgia. I’m Logan.” He held out his hand to her. And when she took it and he flashed her a gorgeous smile, that was it. She was a goner. Moon-eyed, heart a-twitter, and she wondered if she’d been transported back to her fifteen-year-old self. Because she was having all the rushes of feelings she hadn’t experienced since her freshman year in high school.
“Why don’t you have a seat?” he asked.
“Sure,” she said, still watching him as she sat down in the chair and felt the squish of cake icing seep through her jeans.
“Oh, hell,” Logan said. “I’m so sorry. I forgot I put that there because the table was so messy.”
She stared down in complete embarrassment when she realized what she’d just done, but then she stared open-mouthed at Logan and said, “I can’t believe this.”
“What? That you sat on my cake?” He shook his head and chuckled softly. “It’s just cake. But if you want, I’m more than happy to help you clean it off.”
Georgia flushed at his flirting, because she’d like nothing more than to have his hand on her ass at that moment, but then she remembered what she’d been trying to tell him. “No, I can believe I sat on the cake. What I can’t believe is that I just wrote a version of this scene right before this happened.”
He frowned. “You mean you wrote a scene and then acted it out?”
“No. I just wrote a meet cute, and then a similar version came true with you.”
He grinned at her. “You call this a meet cute? You’re sitting in cake, Georgia.”
“Dammit.” Georgia jumped up, scowled at him, and said, “Forget it. Not a meet cute. Just an unfortunate cake situation.”
“It’s a meet cute,” he said with a smirk. “I look forward to bumping into you soon so we see where this new romance goes.”
“I just bet you do,” she said and then stalked off to do something about the cake. But she made sure to exaggerate the swing of her hips because she knew he was watching. Frosting ass and all.
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New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Deanna Chase, is a native Californian, transplanted to the slower paced lifestyle of southeastern Louisiana. When she isn't writing, she is often goofing off with her husband in New Orleans or playing with her two shih tzu dogs. For more information and updates on newest releases visit her website at deannachase.com.
