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

have spunk, so why can’t you be Spunky?”
    I wrinkle my nose and purse my lips, “I don’t know, just feels kind of little kid-ish.”
    He looks me over and thinks for a minute. “Okay, no Spunky.”
    “Should I expect another?”
    “Probably.” He smiles over his mug and my stomach knots.
    No, no, no. Not until I find out what the hell is up with me.
    “So, you haven’t told me what you wanted to talk about.”
    He averts his gaze and glances around the coffee shop before looking at me again. “Actually, it wasn’t anything specific, I just wanted to spend time with you and hope you wouldn’t do it again.”
    “Do what again?” I take a few sips of my tea, reveling in the warmth as it slides down my throat.
    “Try and push me away.” His face becomes more serious and the playful smirk is gone.
    “Logan, I-“
    “Don’t do it. Don’t do it now just because I mentioned it.” He reaches over and slides his hand beneath mine and pulls it off my lap and onto the center of the seat with his. “I get it,” Logan leans in slightly as his thumb lightly caresses my hand. “You’re a loner, you push people away because maybe a friend screwed you over or for some reason you think that to be likeable you have to be like the popular kids. And though you aren’t like popular kids, it’s not because you are weird or boring. It’s because you’re more. I don’t know what it is about you Kate, but from the moment I met you, I wanted to know you. I wanted to talk to you and hang out with you. Those kids, that idea of ‘cool’, it’s a façade half the time anyway. I like that you’re different.”
    You have no idea.
    “I like that you’re you, and whether you admit it or not, from what I have experienced, you are fun to be around and are likely a good friend.” He shrugs his shoulders. “Look, I just don’t want you to push me away. Give us a chance to be friends. I know this is crazy and probably a little creepy since we just met.”
    “A little crazy and creepy?” I repeat, pressing my lips together, hoping I’m not making him feel too bad after all the sweet things he just said about me.
    His gaze drops to the floor where his feet are shifting and I see his jaw set.
    “But, it’s still kind of nice.” I say, still trying not to make him feel bad.
    He lifts his head, his blue eyes set on me and I find it impossible to look away.
    “You seem like you’d be a good friend too, Logan.” I can’t help the smile that makes its way across my face despite the battle between my mind and my heart.
    “So, is that a yes? You won’t try to push me away?”
    “Yes.” I give his hand a squeeze before wrapping it once again around my mug. “I’m not going to try to push you away.” I smile at him over my mug before taking a sip and a satisfied grin lights up his features.
    Eddie Veder’s ukulele skills pour over the speakers, as he tells someone he longs to belong to them. The irony isn’t lost on me, especially since I’m well aware that I can never allow myself to belong to anyone with all this crazy stuff going on with me.
    “So, what brings you to Stamford?”
    He presses his mouth into a thin line and his eyes drop to the mug in his hand. “My mom. She was getting tired of New York and wanted a place where we can live but still not be too far from the City since my Dad has a lot of business there.” He shrugs his shoulders.
    “Well, don’t sound too thrilled, you might bust something.” I chuckle and roll my eyes, pulling a smile from him.
    “I wasn’t too thrilled, to be honest. At least not until yesterday.” The corners of his lips creep up.
    Geez, like it’s his mission to make me blush or something! “Do you prefer New York though?”
    He shrugs his shoulders again. “Meh. It’s not so much the city, it’s more that my dad is always in business mode there and trying to drag me here and there so I know how all his businesses run and all that jazz. But considering he’s been