For the first time, June saw a spark of the Ben she remembered. The caution and sadness she’d become so familiar with since he’d returned to Northstar disappeared, replaced by confidence and hunger. The combination sent a kick of desire straight to her core. When he went back inside, she stayed on the porch, quivering with need.
“There you are, Ben,” she whispered with a smile. “I’ve missed you.”
June got back to work, anxious for the last minutes of her shift to be behind her. They dragged by without a single customer to distract her. Figures, she thought with a scowl. Finally, Mary and Marvin Struthers arrived to relieve her and Ben. She wrote down their hours, bid the owners farewell, and was dragging Ben out the door when the phone rang.
“I’ll get it,” she called. “Ramshorn Hot Spri
