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Every Little Thing

Page 35

by Samantha Young


  “I’d hope so.” I grinned.

  Laughter danced in his eyes as he raised his mug for another sip.

  Weirdly, I found myself settling into a comfortable silence with him. We sipped at our hot drinks as a lovely easiness fell between us. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt that kind of calm contentedness with anyone, let alone a stranger.

  A little slice of peace.

  Finally, as I came to the end of my cocoa, BRF Guy / possibly Cooper spoke. “You’re not from Hartwell.”

  “No, I’m not.”

  “What brings you to Hart’s Boardwalk, Doc?”

  I realized then how much I liked the sound of his voice. It was deep with a little huskiness in it.

  I thought about his question before responding. What had brought me there was complicated.

  “At the moment the rain brought me here,” I said coyly. “I’m kind of glad it did.”

  He put his mug down on the table and stared at me for a long beat. I returned his perusal, my cheeks warming under the heat of his regard. Suddenly he reached across the table, offering me his hand. “Cooper Lawson.”

  I smiled and placed my small hand in his. “Jessica Huntington.”

  “Nice to meet you, Doc.”

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