Page 79 of A Cup of Autumn
“One of those pumpkin spice drinks Keaton can’t stop raving about,” Garrett said.
Raine stood taller. That was the best compliment she could have received. She looked at Keaton. “Do you want one you’ve already had?”
“What’s next on the list?”
“A Nitro Cold Brew with Pumpkin Cream Cold Foam.”
“Love the other pumpkin cream, but it’s a little chilly out for that. How about the Pumpkin Spice Flat White?”
Garrett snickered. “Listen to my little brother order fancy coffees.”
“Ignore him,” Keaton said. “My second oldest brother can’t be nice until his first cup of coffee.”
Garrett nodded. “He’s not wrong.”
“Two Pumpkin Spice Flat Whites coming up.”
Garrett had his wallet out. “How much?”
Raine held up her hands. “No charge. Boo Bash volunteers get drinks on the house.”
“If I’d known that, I would have offered to help sooner.”
Keaton scoffed. “You didn’t offer today. Your lovely wife suggested you help me. You came kicking and screaming.”
Andrews family get-togethers must be interesting. “Timmy will have your order up shortly.”
Garrett moved to the far end of the counter and spoke to Timmy, who made their drinks.
“Thanks.” Keaton leaned over the counter. He kept his voice low. “As soon as we finish, I’m making a dinner reservation for us. How does the Falls Café sound?”
“Great.” She fought the urge to shimmy her shoulders. “It’s my favorite place in town.”
“I can’t wait to celebrate all the buckets being done.”
Her pulse quickened as if she’d downed two espresso shots. She couldn’t wait to go out with Keaton again. “Me, too.”
Their gazes met.
“Drinks are ready, Keaton,” Timmy called out.
“I’ll text you.”
“Have fun.”
Keaton and Garrett walked out with their drinks. Keaton waved at her, and she waved back.
Timmy crossed his arms over his chest. A swatch of purple hair fell over his left eye. “Guess there’s another reason you’re happier, besides hiring Robin and Parker.”
“Huh?”
“You and the professor.” Timmy’s suggestive tone left no room for misinterpretation. “You’ve always had a crush on him.”
“I’m too old for a crush. And he’s not my type.”
“I agree. He’s not. Keaton’s the opposite of Emmett and perfect for you.”
“He’s…” She struggled to find the right words. “He’s not staying in Silver Falls. He’s helping me with the Boo Bash.”
