Fairy Tales and Cappuccinos (Everyday Love #1) - Taylor Rylan Page 0,28

wasn’t in the plans just yet anyway. I have an apartment in Breckenridge that has a lease until December thirty-first. I need to fully decide on what I want to do by the beginning of December though.”

“Are you planning on going back? I know we agreed to a temporary arrangement.” Hudson sat up and turned me around in front of him. With him sitting on the stool, we were now eye to eye, and I couldn’t stop mine from darting down to his lips. What would they taste like? Were they soft? Firm? Was he gentle or demanding?

“I have to go back, Hudson. I only brought a little over a week’s worth of clothes with me and that’s it. Everything I own is still in Breckenridge.”

“When are you leaving?” Hudson asked. He sighed before he slid off the back of the stool and walked over to the area we had set up for the coffee counter. The back counter was already installed and had the shiny new coffee maker mounted to it.

The location Hudson originally wanted had to be moved a few feet farther away because of plumbing, but we were lucky that there was water inside the wall there. We were even luckier in the fact that Hudson’s cousin knew a good plumber who was willing to work after hours without charging after-hours prices. Hudson stood against the front counter and crossed his legs in front of him, leaning his ass against the unfinished front counter.

“The weather is going to be good, so I thought I’d go on Wednesday and come back Thursday night. You’re closed both days next week, so it’s ideal for me, and it won’t pull me away from the store.”

“I’m a bit confused.” Hudson crooked a finger, beckoning me over to him. I went and stood directly in front of him.

“What’s confusing?” I asked. He reached out and ran a finger down the side of my face.

“Everything lately. You’re going to Breckenridge next Wednesday, the day before Thanksgiving, and then coming back here on Thanksgiving? Why?”

“I need to get more of my stuff. I mean, I’ll eventually have to find something else for a job because I’ll eventually want to move out of Chris’s spare bedroom. And although I don’t have a large apartment, I do have some furniture that will have to be put somewhere. I like my furniture.” Specifically, I liked my bed. I’d gotten so little time in the thing the past few years, so I made sure what time I did get was amazing. And my mattress was just that—amazing.

“So…you’re moving? To Pleasant Grove?” Hudson asked. I could hear a hint of hesitancy in his voice. Was that what had caused him to pull away? He didn’t think I wasn’t going to be here but a few weeks? Yeah, it had been the original plan, but that went out the window when I walked into Fairy Tales.

“Or abouts, yeah. It’s a nice little town, and I love the pace of things here. Maybe not quite the one Chris has adopted, but I’m sure I can find something around the area. It’s a tourist town, and who knows. I might even start my own marketing firm. One that I set my own hours and choose who I do and don’t work with.” I shrugged because I honestly hadn’t thought of much beyond moving. Chris and I had talked about it twice since I’d been here, and I’d not yet given him a definite answer, so maybe that was why he was being so distant. Maybe he was worried I was going to go back to Breckenridge.

“We can renegotiate your salary. Especially with the new influx of sales that you’ve brought to the store with the online inventory,” Hudson told me as he wrapped a hand around the back of my head and pulled me toward him.

8

Hudson

Sawyer was moving here. He was going to be in Pleasant Grove. Those two things combined with my undeniable attraction to the man had me saying fuck it and breaking the rule of not getting involved with someone who worked for me.

I needed to feel his lips on mine. I craved them, and I wasn’t strong enough to continue to deny us both, so I gave in and pulled him to me.

When my lips gently brushed against Sawyer’s, he gasped, opening his mouth. That’s when I plundered, pushing my tongue into his mouth. He tasted of cinnamon and mint, and I needed to remember to keep the