The Pumpkin Spice Café (Dream Harbor, #1)

by Laurie Gilmore

Was that her future? To work and work until her heart just gave out? Gave up? Jeanie had a tendency to overthink. To over-talk. To overwork. She didn’t do rest and relaxation very well. She didn’t do calm or cool. But she was determined to try. For her health, she was determined to try.

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.’

Aw, he thought of her :')

And she was not a crazy person.

Its not crazy; its pretty normal to like how your crush smells.

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.

*GASP* Lore!

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

Logan grabbed her hand and twined his fingers with hers. Warm and soft and small. Perfect.

S.C.TU.

‘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.’

Logan chuckled. ‘It’s a cat.’

I KNEW IT.

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.