Where You Least Expect It. Tori Carrington
customer. She hadn’t even opened for business. She wondered why it couldn’t be this busy during the regular workday.
“Good morning, Miss Moon.” Aidan Kendall, the topic of their conversation, came inside, seeming to bring the sun with him. “Mrs. Mollenkopf.”
“Harrumph,” Elva said, sticking her nose in the air and stalking toward the door.
Aidan opened it for her, and she sailed through without so much as a “thank you” or an “excuse me.”
“Careful, Mrs. Mollenkopf, or I might get the impression that you don’t like me very much,” Aidan said in good humor.
She made another sound of disapproval, looked both ways down the street, then hurried away, probably praying she hadn’t been seen coming out of the shop. At least until the town cat, Spot, crossed her path, nearly tripping her. The fearless female feline ducked into the shop before the door could close. Max tilted his head to the side and made an inquisitive noise as if unable to believe a cat had just offered itself up for a morning snack. He leaned forward from where he sat in the storage room. Penelope easily closed the door, shutting him in, then moved to continue picking up the jars of fallen cream.
“Was it something I said?” Aidan asked, aiming a thumb at Elva’s quickly retreating back.
Penelope wondered why her skin suddenly seemed to burn all the hotter. “I wouldn’t take her behavior, um, personally. She doesn’t appear to like anybody much.”
Aidan bent to pat Spot as she made a perfect figure eight around his ankles, even as he gazed at Penelope. “Yeah.”
Her skin grew hotter still. Much hotter than she was comfortable with.
Darn summer and its heat.
She put the next load of jars down on the counter, then moved to the thermostat to switch on the air-conditioning. “Looks like it’s going to be another scorcher.”
“I like it hot.”
Penelope suddenly had a hard time swallowing.
Aidan Kendall liked hot weather.
She slowly turned to find him picking up the jars.
“No!” she fairly shouted.
His puzzled expression made her wince.
“I mean, you don’t have to do that. Really, you don’t.” She hurried over to take the jars out of his hands. “I have plenty of time to take care of it before I open up.”
Aidan stood still, allowing her to take the jars from him. Only, his arms could hold much more than hers. She juggled hers as he held up the last one, his grin making her toes curl inside her sandals.
“Just trying to help,” he said.
She looked at him and found herself leisurely staring into his deep brown eyes, noticing the slight crinkles at the corners, taking in the broad, manly curve of his jaw, the sensual definition of his lips. She wasn’t sure what it was, but she felt restless when he was around. All it took was one glance from him. He threw off an energy that messed with her own calm, making her not only want to peel off her clothes, but climb out of her own skin.
Which would be all right, if only she didn’t itch to try on his skin instead.
Penelope unloaded the jars. “Is there, um, something you wanted, Aidan?”
He shrugged and slipped his hands back into his pockets. “Isn’t it enough to want to stop and say hello to a friend?”
A friend.
Penelope fingered the smooth lid of a jar she held and considered the word. Such a simple word, really. But not one she had come across often in her lifetime in Old Orchard.
She’d never really had any friends. Her peers and the rest of the townsfolk had always seemed more like wary strangers.
Except for Aidan.
Every now and again he would pop up into her shop, giving her those curious toe-curling looks and trying to strike up conversation.
She smiled at him. “It’s more than enough.”
“Good, because it’s not the reason why I stopped by.”
She gave a tiny giggle.
A giggle? She didn’t giggle. The sound was so unfamiliar to her that she caught herself looking around to make sure someone else hadn’t entered the shop.
She cleared her throat, thinking that she really needed to get a grip.
Aidan felt all the tension seep from his muscles. He enjoyed Penelope Moon’s laugh. There was something genuine about the musical sound. Something that reached out and grabbed him unaware, reminding him of what was light and happy rather than dark and sad.
There was also an innocence about her that made him feel good. When he was around her, he forgot the reason he’d first come to this small town in the middle of nowhere and allowed himself to be, well, basically himself. She didn’t ask questions of him. Didn’t pressure him for details he was loath to give. She merely accepted him for the man that stood in front of her.
She was also a sight for jaded eyes.
Oh, he knew what the rest of the townspeople said about her. The nicest thing they said was that she was a bit odd. The worst, that she was a practicing witch—one you didn’t want to cross lest she cast a spell on you. The latter had come from Mrs. Mollenkopf herself the other day. He’d overheard her in the post office when he’d gone to buy a book of stamps.
He supposed Penelope Moon did look the part, what with her long, silky black hair and big black eyes and pale skin. But rather than see her as odd, he preferred to think of her as real. As real as anyone he’d met since his late wife.
“Leo.”
Aidan blinked, realizing Penelope had said something. “Pardon me?”
“Your sun sign. You’re a Leo, right?”
He cracked a grin. He should have known what she’d meant straight off. She’d been asking him to give her his birth date since the first day they met. When he’d refused, she’d taken to trying to guess his sign.
Just as he always did, he shook his head. “Not a Leo.”
Her soft mouth turned down into a frown that merely enhanced her natural beauty. She didn’t have on even a touch of lipstick, but her lips were still the deep, ripe color of strawberries in season. He’d bet she didn’t wear mascara, either, even though her lashes were thick and sweeping, and vividly outlined her dark, dark eyes.
She cocked her head as she looked at him looking at her. “If I got your sun sign right, would you admit it?”
He slowly shook his head. “No.”
“Taurus.”
He chuckled. “No.”
He didn’t want to think about the truth behind his hesitancy. The fact was, he couldn’t give her his real birth date for fear of what might happen in the future. And he didn’t want to lie to her either.
Better to keep things light between them.
He watched her touch a leather band holding a charm—one he couldn’t make out—around her slim wrist.
“So, you said there was a reason you came in here?” she said quietly. Too quietly.
Aidan blinked and looked up into her fathomless eyes. “Um, yes. I wondered why I didn’t see you at the Fourth of July planning committee meeting last night.”
She broke the connection of their gazes as she looked down. “Hmm…I don’t know. Maybe because I’m not a member of the planning committee?”
She moved toward the mess of jars all over the floor and bent to continue picking them up.
She