Never in his life had Gavin seen such a smile. Warm and real and ⦠well, sweet and saucy, too. How in heavenâs name had this woman seen anything in him to pique her interest?
Or, for that matter, sit in his living room with a smile?
Those thoughts swirled and spun. He opened his mouth, set to say somethingâanything.
Swallowing hard, he forced his body to move in Haleyâs direction before she noticed his awkwardness. Or worse, commented on his awkwardness.
Lord, he was a mess.
Rattled. Confused. Unshaven. Yup, a mess, and in that second, what he needed the most was to know what motivated Haley Foster to behave in the way she did.
âWhyâd you come over here tonight, Haley?â
The lazy, hazy days of summer couldnât get here soon enough. Well, the hazy days, anyway. No one who lived in Steamboat Springs, Colorado, would describe summer as lazy. They would describe now as lazy. Relaxing. Maybe even rejuvenating.
Not Haley Foster. She was, in fact, bored out of her ever-living skull.
Admittedly, an odd state of being. With the hectic winter tourist season behind them and the summer season yet to arrive in full force, she should be enjoying the brief slowdown. She always had in the past. This year, though, she was ⦠restless.
More than that, really. She had this itchy, uncomfortable sense of waiting for somethingâanythingâto happen. What, exactly, she didnât have a clue. Just ⦠something.
And that was why she couldnât wait for summer. The tourists would breeze in to spend their vacations white-water rafting, hiking, canoeing, or any one of the many other activities available in the area, and her sleepy town would wake again. She would be busy from sunup to sundown, and wouldnât have the time to worry about why she felt so off.
Sighing, she leaned back in her chair at the Beanery, the local coffee joint, and tried to pay attention to her longtime friend Suzette Solomon. Theyâd met earlier for a Saturday morning Spinning class. Now, they were supposed to be savoring their reward of yummy hot beverages while catching up on each otherâs lives.
Suzette was in the midst of sharing a funny story about one of her fourth-grade students, and while Haley managed to chuckle and insert a comment here and there, mostly she couldnât pull herself out of her own head long enough to relax. Dammit! Sheâd really believed that an hour of hard exercise followed up by a solid dose of friend time would ease the edginess.
Sheâd been wrong.
Why was she so freaking restless? And for that matter, why did she feel as if life were passing her by? She wasnât old, for crying out loud. At twenty-six, she had plenty of time to do anything she wanted to do. But lately, the days and the nights had seemed interminably long, and even when she was with her family or friends, she had the inexplicable sensation of ⦠loneliness.
Maybe she needed to take up a new hobby. Or buy a pet. Or ⦠When an epiphany failed to strike, she decided to place the full blame on being stuck between seasons. Had to be. Why search for a deeper meaning when the simplest answer was usually the culprit?
Suzette cleared her throat and watched Haley expectantly, apparently waiting for some type of a response. Oh, crap. Was this a laugh, be shocked or commiserate moment? She went with a soft chuckle, hoping that would cover all possible bases.
âCute story, huh?â Suzette asked, ruffling her short black hair with her fingers.
âSo cute,â Haley agreed enthusiastically.
âYeah? What was your favorite part?â
âUm, honestly, I donât think I can choose a favorite. The entire story was just adorable, and really, I bet cute and adorable stuff happens every single day in your classroom.â
âReally, Haley?â Suzette gave her a long, semi-amused look. âYouâre seriously going to pretend that you didnât zone out a good five or ten minutes ago?â
Sighing again, Haley offered a faint smile. âIâm sorry. Was I that obvious?â
âObviously, or I wouldnât have noticed.â Wrapping her hand around her coffee cup, Suzette said, âNo worries, though. I know I can go on and on about my students.â
âI like hearing about your students!â And she did. Usually. âI was thinking about how slow the days are, and how I canât wait for summer to get here so everything can pick up again. Thatâs all.â Close enough to the truth. As close as she wanted to get, anyway.