Page 85 of A Cup of Autumn
“Sorry, I’m being touchy.”
“Nervous about tomorrow?”
She nodded.
“The Boo Bash will go off without a hitch.”
Raine nodded again. “Your students keep looking over here. You’d better get back to them, or they’ll think I’m your hot date.”
“You usually are.”
“Except for tonight.”
“I want to do more than chores and errands for Margot. I thought she would enjoy a paint night.”
“Oh, she will. She dragged Brandt to one in December. You’ll have fun too.”
“Hope so, but after we’re finished with—”
“The Boo Bash. I hear the name in my sleep.”
“My manuscript is off, so we can spend more time together without all the—”
“Crafting and sorting and filling.”
“How about a kiss for luck?” he asked.
“Luck for the Boo Bash? Sure.”
Keaton pressed his mouth against hers.
Warmth. Vanilla. Delicious.
He increased the pressure of his lips on hers, and she did the same. His pulse accelerated. If only they were alone…
But they weren’t.
Keaton allowed his lips to linger before backing away.
She smiled up at him, almost shyly. She hadn’t ever looked at him like that.
“That should bring us plenty of luck,” he said.
His cell rang. Keaton glanced at the unknown number, but he recognized the area code—Boston. “I need to take this.”
“I’ll bring your drink over.”
Keaton stepped outside. “Hello.”
“Keaton Andrews?” a female voice asked.
“Yes.”
“This is Dr. Janice Gomez with the World Languages and Cultures department.”
“Oh, yes, Dr. Gomez, I’ve read your work on Hofstaðir.” The paper on the Viking settlement in Iceland had fascinated Keaton. “How are you doing?”
“I’m in a pickle.”
