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.

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.

Good for Jeanie

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.

‘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.

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.

don’t know what Lucy was like, but I’m not her. I’m⁠—’ ‘I don’t want her.’ His answer was sharp, fierce. ‘Then what do you want, Logan? Because I sure as hell can’t figure it out.’ ‘You. I want you.’

‘I want you exactly as you are.’

‘I like you every way. I like you in your buttoned-up blouses talking at town meetings. I like you when your hair is spilling down around you and you’re wearing that ratty old cardigan. I like wiping away your tears; and your laugh is my favorite sound.’