She grinned. “That would be fun.”
“Consider it a date.” He leaned down and kissed her forehead. “Sweet dreams.”
She giggled. “When you say that, I think of brownies and cinnamon rolls.”
“Those would be nice to dream about.”
“I think I’m going to dream about tea on Daughter’s Day instead.” She snuggled under the covers. “’Night, Dad.”
“Good night, honey.”
He crossed the room, flipped off the light, and closed the door halfway behind him, making a mental note to call the tearoom at Bayview Lavender Farm after the holiday and book a reservation. Isabel would enjoy that outing.
No doubt Devyn would too. She seemed like the tearoom type.
If their situation were different, he’d invite her along.
But his strategy to stay away from her was sound. It wouldn’t pay to get any more chummy, which would only make her departure harder.
Yet truth be told, Isabel was right.
It was already too late for that. He was going to miss her big-time when she disappeared from their life.
Especially after that memorable kiss.
And there wasn’t a thing he could do about it.
29
Maybe she’d have to forgo a stop at The Perfect Blend, despite her craving for a caramel latte.
Heaving a sigh, Devyn inched down Main Street, keeping her eyes peeled for any sign someone who owned one of the cars parked along the sidewalk was preparing to depart.
Nada.
Her plan to stop for a quick treat after running errands in Coos Bay might be a bust.
At Bluff Avenue, she hung a right, continued to Dockside Drive, and circled back up Harbor toward Main.
There wasn’t an empty spot in sight.
Sheesh.
It was never this hard to find parking in Hope Harbor, especially in the middle of the week.
But itwasthe day after Fourth of July, and the town had been awash with tourists the entire holiday weekend. A few must have lingered one more day.
Oh well.
She’d survive without a caffeine fix, even if her restless nights since Friday’s mind-blowing kiss had left her bleary eyed.
At Main Street, she turned right again. One more circuit, and she’d call it a—
Wait.
The couple leaving The Perfect Blend appeared to be heading for a car.
She slowed, pacing them until they stopped at a compact model halfway down the block.
