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That’s hot . Post shower he wears a pair of flat front gray shorts with an old button down white oxford with a frayed collar and the sleeves rolled up. He’s barefoot with wet hair. Okay, he’s a lot hot.
Selah comes in from the deck and joins the huddle at the island. She puts her mug on the counter, saying “Hit me,” to no one in particular. “The scones smell amazing.”
Quinn moves to swat at her while Gil grabs her cup and refills her coffee. “Maggie, you want more?”
“Yes, I definitely need caffeine.”
“Milky but no sugar, right?”
“You remembered? Wow. Some things never change. I still can’t drink sweet coffee. Don’t even get me started with the fruit-flavored coffees.”
“Fruit should not be allowed to taint coffee. Ever.” Gil agrees.
“What about a white chocolate raspberry mocha?” Selah asks.
Both Maggie and Gil shudder.
“That hardly even counts as coffee. Jonah at the coffee hut up the road refuses to make anything fruit-flavored or similar to ‘they who shall not be named’. When I first moved here, I ordered a venti and he scolded me for five minutes. Small, medium or large only.”
“Coffee hut? Like one of the huts from my game of Hut Island?” Quinn asks through a mouthful of scone.
“No, not a hut from your beloved game of Hut Island. I forget you come from the land of sidewalks and pedestrians. Jonah’s place, Fellowship of the Bean, is in one of those old Photomat booths in the parking lot of the grocery store up the road. Jonah covered the exterior in cedar shingles and added a corrugated tin roof, kind of industrial style. There are a few independent roasters and coffee huts around here. We take our coffee seriously.”
“I’m going to need to visit this coffee hut. Is Jonah cute?” Quinn waggles his eyebrows.
“May I remind you, you’re a married man?” Maggie says.
“Doesn’t mean he’s dead. He can still look. Looking is half the fun anyway.” Selah picks a berry off of one of the last scones.
“What’s the other half?” asks Gil.
“Flirting.”
“I love to flirt.” Quinn sighs.
“Who doesn’t?” Selah replies. “Flirting gets the juices going and that’s always a good thing.”
Maggie picks up her scone and slathers it with butter. As she takes a bite, melted butter dribbles down her chin. She looks up to catch Gil staring at her mouth and quickly wipes the butter away with the side of her thumb.
Gil continues to stare as she licks her thumb. She catches his eye and blushes when he winks at her.
“Maggie, if I wasn’t a married man, and if I didn’t already have Jonah on the side, I’d marry you for your scones.” Quinn reaches for his second one. “The best things ever.”
“If you’re good, I’ll make them again tomorrow. I was thinking Selah and I could pick more berries after lunch. Have a little girl time.”
“Sounds good to me, but you know I don’t believe in the charm of the whole farm/manual labor/back to the earth thing like you do.”
“What if after picking berries, we go to Langley for dinner and drinks?”
“Better.”
“What should Quinn and I do while you are being gatherers? Hunt something?” Gil asks with a smirk.
“Hunt? Me? I could rock an orange safety vest and goggles.” Quinn laughs as he pretends to fire a gun.
“You could go hit golf balls at Holmes Harbor. Or hang out here. The water is going out, so the tide flat will be exposed mid-day. People walk their dogs, ride horses, play volleyball, and go clamming out there during the low tide,” Maggie says, gesturing out at the bay extending between two bluffs.
“Sounds like a tampon commercial.” Selah’s face shows her disdain for outdoor activities.
Ignoring the tampon comment, Quinn pipes up with, “Or visit Jonah.”
“Leave Jonah alone.” Maggie throws a berry at Quinn, which he catches in his mouth.
“Speaking of flirting with the natives, where’s your hunky neighbor?” Selah turns toward John’s
Selah comes in from the deck and joins the huddle at the island. She puts her mug on the counter, saying “Hit me,” to no one in particular. “The scones smell amazing.”
Quinn moves to swat at her while Gil grabs her cup and refills her coffee. “Maggie, you want more?”
“Yes, I definitely need caffeine.”
“Milky but no sugar, right?”
“You remembered? Wow. Some things never change. I still can’t drink sweet coffee. Don’t even get me started with the fruit-flavored coffees.”
“Fruit should not be allowed to taint coffee. Ever.” Gil agrees.
“What about a white chocolate raspberry mocha?” Selah asks.
Both Maggie and Gil shudder.
“That hardly even counts as coffee. Jonah at the coffee hut up the road refuses to make anything fruit-flavored or similar to ‘they who shall not be named’. When I first moved here, I ordered a venti and he scolded me for five minutes. Small, medium or large only.”
“Coffee hut? Like one of the huts from my game of Hut Island?” Quinn asks through a mouthful of scone.
“No, not a hut from your beloved game of Hut Island. I forget you come from the land of sidewalks and pedestrians. Jonah’s place, Fellowship of the Bean, is in one of those old Photomat booths in the parking lot of the grocery store up the road. Jonah covered the exterior in cedar shingles and added a corrugated tin roof, kind of industrial style. There are a few independent roasters and coffee huts around here. We take our coffee seriously.”
“I’m going to need to visit this coffee hut. Is Jonah cute?” Quinn waggles his eyebrows.
“May I remind you, you’re a married man?” Maggie says.
“Doesn’t mean he’s dead. He can still look. Looking is half the fun anyway.” Selah picks a berry off of one of the last scones.
“What’s the other half?” asks Gil.
“Flirting.”
“I love to flirt.” Quinn sighs.
“Who doesn’t?” Selah replies. “Flirting gets the juices going and that’s always a good thing.”
Maggie picks up her scone and slathers it with butter. As she takes a bite, melted butter dribbles down her chin. She looks up to catch Gil staring at her mouth and quickly wipes the butter away with the side of her thumb.
Gil continues to stare as she licks her thumb. She catches his eye and blushes when he winks at her.
“Maggie, if I wasn’t a married man, and if I didn’t already have Jonah on the side, I’d marry you for your scones.” Quinn reaches for his second one. “The best things ever.”
“If you’re good, I’ll make them again tomorrow. I was thinking Selah and I could pick more berries after lunch. Have a little girl time.”
“Sounds good to me, but you know I don’t believe in the charm of the whole farm/manual labor/back to the earth thing like you do.”
“What if after picking berries, we go to Langley for dinner and drinks?”
“Better.”
“What should Quinn and I do while you are being gatherers? Hunt something?” Gil asks with a smirk.
“Hunt? Me? I could rock an orange safety vest and goggles.” Quinn laughs as he pretends to fire a gun.
“You could go hit golf balls at Holmes Harbor. Or hang out here. The water is going out, so the tide flat will be exposed mid-day. People walk their dogs, ride horses, play volleyball, and go clamming out there during the low tide,” Maggie says, gesturing out at the bay extending between two bluffs.
“Sounds like a tampon commercial.” Selah’s face shows her disdain for outdoor activities.
Ignoring the tampon comment, Quinn pipes up with, “Or visit Jonah.”
“Leave Jonah alone.” Maggie throws a berry at Quinn, which he catches in his mouth.
“Speaking of flirting with the natives, where’s your hunky neighbor?” Selah turns toward John’s
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