Jordan froze.
Heat surged through him from the unexpected contact of what he assumed had been meant for his cheek. Without thinking, he pressed his lips to hers, gentle but hopeful.
She responded, hesitant but lingering.
Then Jordan abruptly moved backward, jumping to her feet and startling Miska into an upright position. “I…um…that…”
“That was nice.” Seeing her cheeks flush a deep red, he couldn’t help smiling.
“Your aunt asked me…she wanted me to…she wanted you to know how much she loves you.”
“Aunt Pearl never kissed me like that.” Chuckling, Logan rose and brushed dirt from his jeans.
She shoved his chest and strode toward the ATVs. “That kiss was meant for your cheek. You moved.” Jordan tugged on her helmet and motioned for Miska to hop into his seat. She tossed Logan his helmet. “You weren’t supposed to kiss me.”
“A beautiful woman plants one on me, and I’m not supposed to respond?” He stepped beside her and traced a finger down her cheek. “Unfortunately, I can’t tell your boyfriend our outing was strictly platonic anymore. Because I kissed his girl. And I liked it.”
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