He shrugged.“I just wanted to save us time.”
She crossed her arms.“You think I’m slow at getting coffee.”
“No.I just think it’ll take time to clean it up after you spill it again.”
“I did not spill it.You were supposed to have been holding it.”
“And yet I wasn’t.You just let it fall.”
“You reached for it.Your fingers…they touched mine.”She remembered that moment—the sensation of an electrical current that had started at her fingertips and pulsed up her arm.She averted her gaze so he wouldn’t see that the memory evoked a response in her.“You had it.You had the cup.”
Just then Mia returned and handed him his cup.“Anything else?”
He shook his head.“This is it.”
When Mia told him how much he owed, Abby said, “It’s on the house.”
Both Mia’s and Brad’s eyes widened.Why were they acting like it was such a big deal?He wasn’t the first person she’d given complimentary coffee.After all, she gave her mother free coffeeallof the time.
Ignoring them both, Abby said, “Let’s go.”
Not waiting for him, she turned and headed for the door.If he followed her, fine.If he didn’t, it would be more than fine with her.
When she stepped out onto the sidewalk, she heard him behind her: “So, where are we headed first?”
She inwardly groaned.It was only then she realized she’d spent so much time talking herself into being his tour guide that she hadn’t given any thought to the actual tour itself.
Chapter Six
Itbegantosnow…
Halfway through the tour, the wind had picked up.Brad could see Abby’s red nose and pinkened cheeks.He was a quick study and knew she wasn’t going to let on that she was cold.Even though a good night’s sleep had him in a better mood, Abby still seemed less than pleased with him.He deserved it.
Still, he found himself enjoying her company.But with the frigid wind chill, he couldn’t let her keep walking around in the cold until she got frostbite.He glanced around, looking for a place where they could step inside and stay until she warmed up.Then he spotted Mel’s Grille.
He pointed it out.“Do they have good food?”
Abby nodded.“They have some of the best food in town.Are you hungry?”
He wasn’t particularly hungry, but she didn’t have to know that.“I didn’t have any breakfast.”
“We could grab some lunch.”
He arched a brow.“Are you sure you have time?”
“Uh, sure.The coffeeshop can survive a little longer without me.”
He nodded.“Good.It’s decided.”
As they made their way toward the diner, it appeared they weren’t the only ones with that idea.When they stepped inside, he glanced around to find approximately half of the tables were occupied.
As they were seated in a booth, he looked at her.“What do you recommend?”
“Do you like beef stew and homemade bread?”When he nodded, she said, “They have the best.”
“Okay then.That was an easy decision.What are you going to have?”
“I think I’ll have the same.”She settled back against the seat.
