The Tipsy Cocktail is quiet as I open the door. It’s everything a bar in a small town should be. High ceilings. Lots of natural night. A bar that wraps around the entire place with patrons scattered among the tables.
“Hi. Welcome to The Tipsy Cocktail. Just one tonight?” a girl with a bright white smile and red hair asks me.
“I’m actually meeting someone here.”
“Audrey!”
Spinning toward the sound of my name, an easy smile erupts onto my face. “Peter.”
Peter was always my favorite brother of Logan’s. The quieter of the Winchester family, he easily accepted me into the fold the first time I visited. Not that his other family members didn’t, but Peter was the first one I met and I loved his subdued nature.
“It’s so good to see you.” He wraps me in a warm hug. “I didn’t get to say a proper hello the other day.”
“You were busy.”
“Giving Logan a hard time,” he laughs.
“Nothing new at all then.”
Peter’s laugh quiets. “He is really excited to see you again.”
“Me too.” I’d be lying if I said otherwise. “Is he here?”
“He’s on the roof. Follow me.” Peter shows me to a side door at the end of the bar. “Upstairs. If you need anything, we’ll be up to check on you soon.”
“Will do. Thank you.”
“Don’t be a stranger.” He winks and leaves me.
Taking a deep breath, I head up the stairs, not knowing what awaits me. What I’m greeted with is far more incredible than I ever could have imagined.
String lights hang from poles that line the edge of the roof. Four igloos adorn the roof. There’s enough space between them to give each group privacy.
But tonight? Tonight it’s me and the man walking toward me.
“Hey Logan.”
“I’m glad you could make it.” Logan’s voice betrays him. He sounds as nervous as I feel. “Pretty nice setup, right?”
Glad I’m not the only one.
“It’s no Screaming Moose, but I guess it’ll do.”
“Thanks for humoring me then.”
There’s a happy expression on his face that I’ve missed. The smile he wears makes him even more handsome. And that’s saying something since those jeans hug his thighs and the gray quarter-zip sweater molds to him.
“This is amazing. Peter really outdid himself.”
Logan holds out his hand and I link hands with him. The contact sends sparks racing up my arm. The chemistry with Logan was never a problem.
“This is our hut tonight.”
Logan holds the door open and lets me in first. Two Adirondack chairs sit facing a small fire, blankets hanging off the back. A small tray of food sits on the table between the chairs, as well as two steaming mugs.
With the sun long since set, it couldn’t be more romantic.
“Wow.”
