Can't Stop Loving You by Lisa Harrison Jackson Page B

Kaycee. “It looks great out there.”
    â€œNo problem, I’ll see y’all tomorrow,” she said, and headed for the door.
    â€œHey, Jetta, is Charlotte on her way in?”
    La Jetta spun around on her heel. “Nope. Remember she has the night off to go to her son’s graduation from the police academy?”
    Kendrick slapped his forehead with his opened palm.
    â€œOh, I completely forgot, who do we have working tonight?”
    â€œJaylen is here until five and John and Nichole will be in at six.”
    â€œI guess I’ll have to go out there with Jaylen.”
    â€œI can help, too, you know,” Kaycee piped up.
    â€œIs that so?” Kendrick replied. “Everybody who goes on the floor must have finished reading the training materials.”
    Kaycee patted the folder beside her. “I’m done.”
    Kendrick’s brow raised with skepticism. “You finished reading all of that?”
    â€œYep,” she proudly replied.
    Kendrick reached for the folder. “Good, then let me quiz you.”
    â€œDidn’t I tell you?” La Jetta said with a laugh. “Let me get out of here, I got to pick up my boys.”
    â€œOkay, Jet, see ya tomorrow,” Kendrick called out.
    When La Jetta finally departed, Kendrick dropped down in the empty chair opposite Kaycee and brought one leg up to rest his ankle atop his knee.
    For a few seconds, he watched Kaycee eat her sandwich. She bit into the gooey center of one of the sandwich halves and pulled it away leaving a trail of cheese that fell down her chin.
    She laughed. “Not only is this the best grilled cheese sandwich that I ever had, but it’s fun to eat, too.”
    â€œI’ll be sure to tell Otis,” he replied in amusement.
    â€œSo what’s been keeping you out of the office all day?” she asked.
    Kendrick noticed a piece of mozzarella sticking to her chin. He leaned over the desk and gently smoothed it away with the tip of his thumb, leaving a burning sensation in the pit of Kaycee’s stomach from his touch.
    Totally unaware of the effect he had on her, Kendrick sank back in his seat with a sigh. “I had to visit vendors.”
    â€œSounds like fun.”
    â€œI’m glad you think that, maybe I can give you that responsibility to handle, as well.”
    â€œHey, I don’t mind. I actually had some ideas I wanted to share with you anyway,” she stated, pushing her plate to the side. She reached for her briefcase and placed it on the desktop. She removed two packets in clear protective sleeves and handed one to Kendrick.
    â€œI was thinking of the different types of promotions that we could hold here to stand out against your competitors. I did some research and took it upon myself to jot down some ideas, tell me what you think.”
    Kendrick read through the first page. When he turned to the second page, his eyes widened at the fifteen suggested events, followed by complete detailed descriptions of each.
    When he didn’t comment, Kaycee began to explain her suggestions.
    â€œI was thinking that if we established ourselves as a place where local authors can hold book signings and book clubs hold discussions, we can pull in the type of crowd that would really appreciate a coffee-house setting.”
    Kendrick read silently without even glancing up, which made Kaycee try another angle.
    â€œI was also thinking that you could host a poetry or spoken-word night or have live jazz once a month. That group that you had at the event last night was great—maybe they could be like the house band or something.”
    She paused to give Kendrick a chance to jump in, but he made no move. Swallowing hard, she continued on.
    â€œNow, the salsa lessons will be the most unique twist to the setup. We can offer free lessons once a month on a Saturday morning and then actual dancing later that same evening. I can see even decorating the place with a Latin vibe