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‘I don’t know. Maybe he should take a nap and see if anything comes up.’
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‘The man makes decisions based on dreams, A
His best friend shrugged. ‘It works out most of the time, Logan. I mean look at you and Jeanie and the ghost. Problem solved.’ Another smirk.
‘Yep. Problem solved.’ He moved around to the side of the tent and helped Jeanie straighten out the side. The whole thing was really just a metal frame with a blue vinyl roof. It was literally called an ‘easy-up’ which at the moment seemed misleading, but it was standard farmers’ market gear. Pete had spent some of the town budget one year to order these things in bulk.
In the current conditions, Logan was a little worried they might take flight. ‘You got something to weigh this down with?’ he asked, busying himself so he didn’t have to look at either woman, A
‘We can use these.’ Jeanie had the little sandbags that came with the tent to attach to each corner. It should hold if things didn’t get too crazy out here. A
‘That should do.’ He took the bags and worked his way around the tent, securing each post along the way. A
‘Let’s put this here, and here are the little signs to label the drinks,’ Jeanie was saying as she organized her table. Was it weird that his heart kicked with pride to see her using some of his gourds to decorate around the drink carafes? Yep, definitely weird.
‘It looks perfect! So cute. People are going to be swarming around you for drinks today,’ A
‘Nice to meet—’
The introduction was torn from Jeanie’s mouth by the next gust of wind. Everything happened all at once after that.
Jeanie’s easy-up easily lifted off the ground.
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Logan was soaked. Jeanie was soaked. A
George sprang into action. ‘We have to get these packed up!’ He started reloading pies into plastic containers while A
Jeanie stood watching her tent blow down the street, her perfectly set-up farmers’ market table ruined by the downpour. She glanced at Logan, rain streaming down her face, plastering her hair to her head.
The look on her face wavered between laughter and tears, and he would be damned if tears won out.
‘Let’s go.’ He grabbed her hand and they raced toward her tent. The wind whipped around them as they splashed through the rapidly forming puddles. Where had this damn storm come from, and what good was a clairvoyant mayor if he couldn’t even predict the weather?
Logan was ready to drag Jeanie to the town hall next to give Pete a piece of his mind for endangering everyone with this farmers’ market, when Jeanie’s giggles cut through the sounds of the storm.
He glanced at her, and his breath caught. Her face was lit up, like the sun through the clouds. ‘What are we doing?’ she asked, her own breaths coming in gasps.
‘We’re going to catch that damn tent,’ he told her, making her laugh even harder.
‘Okay, but slow down!’ She gri
‘It’s a safety hazard.’ He tried to keep his tone serious, but he felt his mouth tipping up with hers. Her fingers were still entwined with his and they were ru
She fit here. She fit with him. His heart thumped the words over and over.
Her smile grew and she pushed the rain from her eyes. Those eyes, those dark-coffee eyes.
A crack of thunder overhead disrupted his thoughts of taking her face in his hands and pressing his mouth to hers.
‘Let’s go!’ she cried and tugged him into a run again, racing down Main Street. Luckily the street was closed to traffic for the market, so they only had a few other people fleeing from the weather to contend with.
‘There it is!’ Jeanie’s triumphant cry was quickly replaced with a dismayed gasp that cut through Logan’s chest. The tent was tangled in a tree. Its big metal legs bent like a giant spider’s; the blue tarp torn down the middle. ‘Shoot.’ Her face fell at the sight of the mess.
‘I’ll get it.’ Logan tugged at one of the metal legs, determined to get the stupid tent out of the branches, as though this tent was the one thing keeping Jeanie here. He battled that piece of camping equipment as though it was the only thing preventing her from staying, as though her failed attempt at the farmers’ market would send her crying back to Boston.
Would it?
‘Hey.’ She tugged at his arm. ‘I think it’s hopeless.’
‘I can get it,’ he growled, pulling harder until a branch cracked and the hole in the canvas tore open wider.
‘Hey.’ The hand on his arm grew more insistent until he turned to face her. She smiled. ‘Let’s go somewhere dry.’
He blinked. She was still here, smiling at him through the sheets of rain that continued to fall, her hand still on his arm, holding him tight. He swallowed hard.
‘Okay.’ He nodded. It was all he could manage. It was all he should say. Much better than the other words floating around in his head. Words about going with Jeanie wherever she wanted him to and all the things he wanted to do to her when they got there.
Instead, he just let her tug him toward the café.