Coming January 15

copyright of Mountain Bean Dream by H.M. Shander

The words I need a date shot out of my mouth like a badly aimed dart, wobbling in the air before sticking to him, and I wondered how in the beans I was going to recover from that.
“March fourteenth,” Jeremy said, smooth as silk.
I blinked, watching him wander closer to sit on the armrest of my chair, his face half in shadow but his wavy hair catching the light just right. “What now?”
“It’s a date.” His expression was completely deadpan, which only made it worse.
I frowned, unsure whether to laugh or groan. “A date? For what?”
“You said you needed one, so I gave you one.” He grinned, clearly pleased with himself.
It hit me, and an involuntary snort escaped before I could stop it. “Wow. Ten out of ten for confidence. Six out of ten for execution.”
He raised an eyebrow, mock-offended. “That’s harsh. March fourteenth is a perfectly good date. It’s my birthday, too. A bonus.”
“Your birthday? Oh, well, that makes it completely logical to offer up randomly.”
“Exactly.” His boot scuffed the grass, the faint smile pushing up on the left side of his face suggested he wasn’t offended in the slightest. “Anyway, you were saying something about needing a date?”

Mountain Bean Dream