The Pumpkin Spice Café (Dream Harbor, #1)

by Laurie Gilmore

No one could live a laid-back, quaint, small-town life with a murderer outside their back door. That was just logical.

He didn’t have a ton of friends; he probably shouldn’t murder this one.

‘Sorry. They’re earplugs. I thought they might help ... uh...’ Logan ran a hand down his beard, his cheeks above it pinkening, ‘...to help you sleep tonight. Before your big day.’

Chickens didn’t pretend they loved you until you proposed in front of the whole damn town at the annual Christmas-tree lighting and then suddenly changed their mind.

He stopped in front of the old fence that kept Harry Styles, his rescue alpaca, safely out of the driveway.

‘I promise, the next time you puke you can call me, okay? I’ll clean it up. I deal with all sorts of gross farm emergencies every day. You haven’t seen anything until you’ve had an alpaca spit on you.’

‘I think maybe you’re not used to being treated right, Jeanie.’ His words landed hard. Damn.

She wasn’t so much afraid of dying as she was of forgetting to live her life. Somewhere along the way, she’d forgotten to figure out who she was or what she wanted to be when she grew up.

Good old Logan, ruining town events with ill-fated marriage proposals and inappropriate erections.