Free Mocha Latte (Silk Stocking Inn #3) by Tess Oliver, Anna Hart

voice rolled over my bare back and sent a shiver of delight through me.
    His hands tightened and he pushed in hard, grunting in ecstasy as his body stiffened and he came. He stayed there for a moment and leaned down to kiss the hollow between my shoulder blades. “I mean it, Rebecca, fucking beautiful.”
    Hearing him say my real name sent another frisson of pleasure through me. The way he said it made me feel important, as if I mattered to him.
    I closed my eyes and pushed the notion from my mind. I couldn’t allow myself to get attached to Jackson. He’d be gone with the end of the weekend. A man like him wouldn’t have any interest past the fun we were having.
    We collapsed down onto the mattress in the spoon position. Jackson wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close to his warm body. The lamp still glowed, but the heavy draw of sleep lowered my lids and blocked the light. In the security of Jackson’s strong arms, I fell asleep.

Chapter 14
    Not wanting to expose the morning version of myself, particularly after a long night of wine and activity , to my new hunky friend, I climbed out of his bed at the crack of dawn. It had been one of the hardest things I’d done in a long time, leaving the warmth and protection of his body to traipse across a dark hallway and fall into a bed where the sheets were cold from being empty.
    I would have slept well into the morning, but a knock on my door woke me. I quickly fussed with my hair, as if raking my fingers through my pillow-mussed mop could make any significant improvement.
    Fortunately, Coco’s soft voice followed the knock. I relaxed and pulled the quilt to cover up the sexy nightie that she had left for me.
    “Come in.”
    Coco entered with a breakfast tray. Her shoulders seemed to straighten more as she stepped farther into the room and the spring in her step became . . . well, springier. Her age was so hard to gauge, I’d stopped trying to guess it. My mouth watered at the fragrance streaming in with the tray.
    “Would you like some French toast with maple whipped cream and berries?” she asked as she carried the tray toward the bed.
    “I doubt there is any person on this planet who would say no to that question.”
    She chuckled as she lowered the tray over my lap.
    A mound of caramel colored whipped cream had begun its slow melting descent over a stack of thick golden pieces of French toast. Blue and red berries swam happily in the creamy concoction. I breathed in deeply as the steamy scent of maple swirled around the plate. “This would explain why my last dream involved me standing in a forest of maple trees with a fork.”
    “People have told me that they dream about my food,” she quipped. “I figured you’d be hungry after the long night.”
    My eyes popped open wide as a warm blush crept up my cheeks.
    “I mean with that noisy wind and all,” she added hastily, but I was still sure there was more behind her comment than the inclement weather. “Jackson told me you two were taking a trail ride today.” She stood and smiled proudly down at her luscious breakfast food. “Isn’t it wonderful when things work out just the way you planned.”
    Again, I stared up at her with wide eyes.
    “The breakfast, of course. Everything turned out just as I planned. Enjoy.” With that, she winked and left the room.
    Coco popped her head back in just as I took the first magical bite. “Jackson told me that you should walk down to the barn as soon as you’re ready.” She shut the door.
    I spent the next twenty minutes losing myself in the bliss of Coco’s French toast.

Chapter 15
    Coco, the world’s greatest innkeeper, provided me with a fresh shirt and a straw cowboy hat for the trail ride. The shirt, which was actually a sleeveless blouse made of blue seersucker wasn’t something I would have picked for myself and yet, it looked great. Or at least that was what the bedroom mirror had told me. It had been the first time since Nate had broken off with