The White Witch by B.C. Morin Read Free Book Online

keeps moving it subtly like he is wanting to say something else, but doesn’t.
    I think again about what I said to him earlier and my latest attempts to step out of my comfort zone with Ana. Maybe it’s time to try again, I feel my chest tighten. “So, Polo, what did you want to talk about?” I lean against the back door with my arms folded across my chest. Not bad, Katelyn, good start.
    He smiles as he shoves his hands in his jean pockets pulling them down a bit. “How about we talk over coffee?”
    I raise an eyebrow and hesitate, though most of me has already answered yes. “Sure. I know just the place.” I reach over to my door handle and look over my shoulder. “Follow me?”
    “Sounds good.” He runs his fingers through his hair and smiles as he turns away, heading back to his car.
     

Chapter 4
     
    I pull into the parking lot of a local mom and pop coffee shop I discovered about a year ago that sits on the waters of Westcott Cove. A faded wooden sign with a picture of an old coffee grinder with the words, The Grind etched across the top hangs from old chains painted in rust. The OPEN sign in the window is flickering and I can see that there are only a few couples inside.
    “What do you think, Polo?” I question as I close the door and press the button to lock the car.
    He walks around his car and makes his way to me. “It looks pretty cool.” His eyes wander all over the front of the building and I see his brow furrow.
    “Trust me?” I step in front of him stopping him from going any further.
    “Yeah.” He smiles. “Not sure why,” He squints, “but yeah.”
    I raise my eyebrow and smirk before turning on my heel. As we approach the entrance, I reach for the door handle but he quickens his step and gets to it before me, holding it open. “Thanks.” I feel a blush creep up and hope he doesn’t see it. The only guy that ever holds doors open for me is my dad and on occasion a random stranger.
    “Wow.”
    I smile at his reaction as he looks around, taking in the sofas, loveseats, and coffee tables on the right with small bookshelves in between, before turning his attention to the left where there are several small round tables with two to four chairs surrounding them. The walls are painted in warm browns and reds with murals of rolling hills and coffee fields. Out of the speakers I hear the voice of a sultry female jazz singer and I make a mental note to ask the girl behind the counter what CD they are playing. The outside of the building really didn’t do the inside much justice, but I selfishly liked it that way, because it kept it from being some crowded hot spot.
    “So, what do you think?” I cock my head to the side with a sly grin.
    “It’s very nice and cozy.” He drops his gaze to me and his eyes meet mine. “It’s perfect.”
    I feel the heat rise in me again and I turn away to avoid him seeing the blush. Second time tonight? What is it about this guy? It’s definitely not going to be as easy to stay away from him as with most other people .
    We walk over to the counter where a cheerful redhead beams a smile at us.
    “Hi Katelyn!” Her gaze quickly shifts a few times to Logan and I realize she is trying to keep from downright staring at him. “Your usual?”
    “Yep, large Chai Latte, strong with whip cream and cinnamon.” I look at Logan who is still looking at the menu. “Logan?”
    “Oh, sorry. Um, actually that Chai Latte sounds really good. I’ll have one too.”
    I put my purse on the counter so I can get my wallet and Logan shoves it to the side.
    “Dude!” I look at him as I try to get in front of the register, but he’s already handed a ten to Michelle.
    “I could have bought my own tea.” I huff.
    “As I am sure you have and will also do again some other time. Tonight, I pay. I was the one that asked you to have coffee with me wasn’t I?”
    I sigh. “Yes, you did.”
    “Man, I’m starting to think the guys in Stamford aren’t very chivalrous if you