Maple Sugar Crush (An Autumnboro Sweet Romance, #2)

by Beth Labonte

Not that it mattered. I’d just hand him the coffee, tell him the news—maybe catch a whiff of his aftershave—and be on my way.

Pixie’s ears perked up at the word walk, mine at the words our thing. Had that really been our thing?

Riley had social anxiety. That didn’t excuse all the buttering up he’d been doing before asking me for money, but it did make me see our interactions over the summer in a different light. The way he’d invite me out on walks and then spend the entire time looking at his phone. Maybe he hadn’t been bored, or annoyed with me…maybe I’d just made him nervous.

I found him looking at me like I was a hot drink on a cold night.