“These are very good,” Jeremy said, immediately grabbing a second one, even though we hadn’t even finished the first one.
“I’ve got the recipe. We can bake together when you come over.”
Jeremy looked at me like I’d hung the moon. Oh, kids were adorable like that. I longed for a tiny bundle of joy.
Griffin was looking at me with an expression unlike anything I’d seen before. I wondered what he was thinking about as we all munched on the cookies. Everyone wanted coffee, too, because it went perfectly with treats, so Hannah started the machine.
Griffin came over to me, pushing my hair to one side. “You smell amazing,” he murmured.
I blushed and immediately looked at everyone around the table, but they couldn’t hear us past the noise of the coffee machine.
“What were you thinking about earlier?” I asked him.
“That you’re good with kids. I can’t wait for us to have some of our own.”
All I wanted was to turn around and kiss this man thoroughly. Maybe I could steal him and take him to one of the rooms upstairs. What were the chances anyone would notice?
That would be 100 percent.
Phoebe, get yourself together.
I didn’t even turn around because I’d risk forgetting my good manners and kiss him senseless. But to show my appreciation for his super-romantic statement, I shimmied my hips a bit.
Griffin tightened his grip on my waist.
Oops. Maybe I shouldn’t do that.I’d pressed my ass into the zipper of his jeans just a bit. He didn’t have a hard-on yet, but I didn’t want to push my luck. My man could go from zero to hard in seconds, and that wouldn’t do.
I ate another cookie, chatting with the group until my parents came back.
“We’re ready,” Mom exclaimed.
“Are you coming too?” I asked Hannah and Chase.
“No, I need to sort out some things in the attic,” Hannah replied.
“And I’m staying to help,” Chase said.
They were so sweet together. I was so happy that Chase was supporting Hannah in all her endeavors. Then again, the Sterling men were like that—loyal, supportive, strong.
“Then let’s get going,” Duncan said with urgency.
“Duncan, I’m sure we’re going to find parking spots,” Riley said, but she didn’t sound convinced. Parking at fairs wasn’t for the fainthearted.
“I want to compliment you on this beautiful home again,” Mom told Hannah.
“Thank you. It belonged to my grandmother, and I’m very happy that I got to keep it and continue to run it as an inn.”
Mom beamed. “You’ve done a great job.”
Hannah lit up. “Thank you.”
We all bid her and Chase goodbye before heading to the cars.
The drive to Niagara Street didn’t last long, or at least that’s how it seemed to me. Time flew by whenever Mom and Dad visited. As we approached the allotted parking lots, I realized we were already late.
“Why are there so many people here? It’s only eleven o’clock in the morning,” Griffin exclaimed.
“They’ve got activities for kids, right? People with kids prefer mornings,” Mom said.
