“I’d hope so.” I grinned.
Laughter danced in his eyes as he raised his mug for another sip.
Weirdly, I found myself settling into a comfortable silence with him. We sipped at our hot drinks as a lovely easiness fell between us. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt that kind of calm contentedness with anyone, let alone a stranger.
A little slice of peace.
Finally, as I came to the end of my cocoa, BRF Guy / possibly Cooper spoke. “You’re not from Hartwell.”
“No, I’m not.”
“What brings you to Hart’s Boardwalk, Doc?”
I realized then how much I liked the sound of his voice. It was deep with a little huskiness in it.
I thought about his question before responding. What had brought me there was complicated.
“At the moment the rain brought me here,” I said coyly. “I’m kind of glad it did.”
He put his mug down on the table and stared at me for a long beat. I returned his perusal, my cheeks warming under the heat of his regard. Suddenly he reached across the table, offering me his hand. “Cooper Lawson.”
I smiled and placed my small hand in his. “Jessica Huntington.”
“Nice to meet you, Doc.”
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