Logan squinted in disbelief. "Why would she do that?" he asked.
"Maybe she was looking to have you all to herself."
Logan laughed and signaled to the bartender for another round of the brewery’s flagship ale. "Yeah, I wish," he said.
"I'm going to go out on a limb and say she's into you."
"Alright, then let’s finish this interview so I can go find out." Logan took a pint glass from the bartender and took a long sip. It was time to find out a little bit more about Callie Haven.
Five
Callie leaned over the counter and tried to focus her eyes on the coffee maker. It was a stainless steel espresso maker with a finish so buffed that she could see her reflection. with some Italian name written in script above a maze levers and knobs. God, there were more knobs than she could count. Even if she had been fully awake, she'd never have had any idea how to operate the thing. Its complexity seemed like a cruel trick. Anyone who really needed coffee would be too tired to figure out how to use it. After ten minutes of fiddling with different settings and failing to produce anything resembling a cup of coffee, Callie gave up. She'd just walk into town and buy herself a cup of coffee. Logan probably wouldn't roll out of bed until noon, so she should have a few wonderful, peaceful hours to herself until then.#p#分页标题#e#
Logan. He knew that the sun would shine so brightly in the window of the master bedroom that it would wake her up early, and yet he didn't just tell her. No, he had to have the last laugh just because she wouldn't take his advice without a good reason. Callie made the trip upstairs and lugged all of her stuff down to the first floor bedroom. The room was still in shadow, and, with the blinds down, was wonderfully dark. Callie lay down on the bed and tried to fall back asleep, but she couldn't. She tossed and turned for an hour before getting up and getting ready to head into town.
The walk from the guesthouse into town wasn't an overly long one, but Callie decided to wander. The oceanfront mansions slowly gave way to green space, and soon Callie found herself in the middle of a neighborhood of small capes and colonials with vinyl siding and chain link fences. As she walked, she felt like a normal person for the first time in a long while. For once, she wasn’t surrounded by money and power.
The closer she got to the center of town, the older the houses became. Callie started to recognize the windows and porches from her previous walks around town. She had managed to walk the entire distance to town without even realizing it. The leafy streets soon gave way to busy intersections, and, before she knew it, Callie was back at the intersection of Thames Street and Americas Cup Ave. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a welcome sight — Henry and Evelyn.
They were standing in a doorway of one of the only shops open at that early hour. Henry was holding a sweatshirt up in the air and examining it. Callie could see NEWPORT written in block letters across the front. He put it down and wrapped his arm around Evelyn. Lacking anything better to do, Callie decided to follow behind to see how they were doing.
She slowly made her way down after them towards the shops off of America’s Cup Ave. She figured she’d stop as soon as she found a place to get coffee. She nearly jumped when she felt a tap on her shoulder. She spun around to see another familiar face.
"What's up?" Logan asked.
Callie ran her hands through her hair and tried to straighten it. God, she wasn’t even wearing makeup. What the hell was he doing awake? Wasn’t he supposed to get up at noon everyday? “Not much, I'm just taking a walk."
"At this hour? Either you're an early bird or you slept upstairs,” Logan said. His grin gave away his pleasure at how things had worked out.
"You could have mentioned the sun thing,” Callie said.
"My father's a morning person. He liked his guests to get up early, too. The bedroom downstairs is better anyway. It's also that much closer to the water. It has that wonderful sea breeze. That room is one of my favorite places."
"You sound like you're about to move in,” she said. She made a mental note to move everything downstairs as soon as she got back to the guesthouse.
Logan laughed. "If you're offering, Blondie. So, tell me, who's the old couple?"
"What do you mean?" Callie asked. Was it weird that she was following two retirees down the street? Yes, yes it was. She knew that. Should she just play it cool or was Logan going to think she was some kind of voyeuristic weirdo?
"You've been looking over at them for the past ten minutes while keeping an equal distance behind. Either you happen to walk slower than everyone else under the age of seventy, or you're following them."