Chapter 22
"Lunch or groceries first?" Sebastian asked.
Laurel's stomach chose that moment to growl. "I believe the jury has spoken."
"Lunch it is." He whipped into the first vacant space he found on Main Street. "The diner's a couple blocks up."
"I don't mind the walk."
Slipping out of the truck, they fell into step, shoulder-to-shoulder. Because he itched to thread his fingers with hers, Sebastian shoved his hands into his coat pockets. He didn't need to get used to easy, date-like behavior with her. This thing between them was time-limited. Plus, small towns were gossip central. No matter how much confidence Laurel had that Logan wouldn't bat an eye at their involvement, Sebastian would just as soon word of them being cozied up together didn't get back to him.