Her soft hair brushed his chin, and her hands warmed his chest where they rested.
Her stare dropped to his lips.
He lowered his head until a loud boom rattled his sanity. He released her and walked to the counter, creating distance. “Congratulations on a job well done.”
Her widened eyes met his, and her cheeks flushed. “Thank you.”
The thunder returned, louder than before.
He shook his head, trying to erase the memory of her in his arms. What got into me? He wasn’t a touchy-feely guy. Hugs were usually reserved for his mother. “Would you like to join me for a bite to eat?” What the…? Did those words just come out of my mouth? “My way of thanking you for a great first week.” More unfiltered words tumbled out.
Jess stuffed her hands into her apron pockets. Her lips formed a tight line. “Sure.”
She accepted? Part of Travis had hoped she’d decline. The other half was elated. He needed time to locate his missing common sense.
“Do you have a restaurant in mind?” she asked.
I’m not thinking. He gripped the counter’s edge. “Have you ever been to Kringle’s Lounge?”
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