Chapter 13
Julia had been kicking herself for two days, wondering what was wrong with her. Brent had stopped by her cafe to ask her out again, this time to see a movie. She had wanted to say yes, but in the end, what had slipped out was a no. She felt horrible, as he had seemed so disappointed; but the fact of the matter was—she just wasn’t feeling it, and she was having trouble getting the taste of Logan Wilde from her mouth—not that it was a bad taste. It was a taste she now believed she wouldn’t be able to survive without. She dreamed of it, reliving the kiss and remembering how it had sent every one of her senses into heaven.
“Oh, man, I am in trouble,” she muttered, leaning back against the counter and taking in the new espresso machine, which she knew darn well had cost Logan a sma
