“Have anything specific in mind?”
“Fudge and funnel cake. But not until later since I’m sure to get the powdered sugar from the funnel cake all over me.” They started walking and hadn’t gone very far when Jedidiah stopped dead.
“What’s wrong?”
She stuck her nose in the air and sniffed. “Fudge. I can smell it so it must be close.”
“You just said you were going to wait until later.”
“For funnel cake. I can eat fudge without getting it everywhere.”
She found the fudge a few booths away. “Fudge is one of my weaknesses. I can eat my weight in it.” She asked for plain chocolate fudge while Trevor went for the one with walnuts in it. They found a bench nearby and sat down to eat their chocolate.
Jedidiah took a bite, closed her eyes, and moaned.Oh, my God. Is that what she sounds like during—
“This fudge is positively orgasmic,” she said, taking another bite. “Don’t you think so?”
“Um.” He couldn’t answer because all he could think about were orgasms. Sexual ones, not food-related. He took a big bite of his own fudge to give himself an excuse not to answer.
“Trevor? Don’t you like the fudge? You look kind of pained.”
He wondered what she’d do if he kissed her. Just laid one on her out of the blue. She had a speck of fudge at the corner of her mouth. He rubbed it off with his thumb, then licked it. “Yours is better.”
For a moment their gazes locked. Something flared in her eyes. Was it desire? Or was that his overactive imagination?
They leaned toward each other until their mouths were inches apart. In the instant before their lips met someone called Jedidiah’s name. They both jerked back.
That was close.
“Jedidiah, I thought that was you,” the woman exclaimed as she reached them. “I heard a rumor you were living here but I didn’t believe it.”
“Hi, Maisey. Yes, it’s true. How have you been?”
“Good. You knew I got a divorce, right?”
Jedidiah managed an ‘uh’ before her friend rushed on. “Yes, it was dreadful. But I’m married now to a wonderful man. I don’t know if you know him. Roger Maxim?”
“No, I—”
Maisey interrupted her again. Eventually she left. Jedidiah and Trevor looked at each other and laughed. “I haven’t seen her in years but she’s exactly how I remembered her.”
“About as opposite from you as it’s possible to be,” Trevor said. “You couldn’t get a word in edgewise.”
“I didn’t even get to introduce you.”
“I’ll live,” he said with a chuckle.
They’d been about to kiss. It was probably a good thing that Jedidiah’s friend had interrupted. Because he had a feeling that once he kissed her, he’d want a whole lot more.
The glassworks, as Will had promised, were amazing. Trevor didn’t have an artistic bone in his body, but artists’ creativity had always fascinated him. Jedidiah found a multicolored, multifaceted piece that she bought, arranging to pick it up before she headed home, so she wouldn’t have to carry it around with her.
“What was that?”
“You mean the piece I just bought?”
He nodded.
“Alexis said it’s whatever I want it to be. She said it sort of made itself.”
“So what do you think it is?”
“Beautiful. It makes me happy to look at it.”
He smiled, thinking this was the first time he’d seen Jedidiah so enthusiastic about something. It made her even prettier—not that she needed help in that department.
