Willow Spring by Toni Blake

fact, it made her feel good to think cute was still worth something in this day and age when hot and sexy were all you ever heard about.
    “Well, cute is good, and it’s a lot to work with. And you could easily go from cute to totally hot if you tried.”
    “I could?” That sounded like a leap to her.
    “And besides,” Tessa went on, “hot is as much a matter of attitude and enthusiasm as anything else. Trust me on this.”
    Says one of my totally hot friends . But Amy held that inside and tried to think of what else she could say in her note to Logan. Something sexual. Yikes. She just didn’t know how to do that. “I’m new at this part of it,” she said to Tessa as she stared back down at the letter. “Oh heck, I’m new at all of it. I don’t know how to do any of this.”
    “Well, if you don’t hurry, Logan will come back to his car and it’ll be too late.” And, of course, Amy knew she’d see Logan’s car sometime again soon, but this suddenly felt urgent, and she’d come too far now, worked up her courage too much—she didn’t want to wait; she wanted to get this over with, in fact.
    But as she looked to the letter in front of her again, her thoughts froze. She just didn’t know how to tell a man she found him insanely perfect and sexy in every way. She felt . . . embarrassingly inept.
    And that was when Tessa yanked both the letter and pen away from her, laid the sheet of stationery back on the counter facing in her direction, and began adding something to the bottom. Oh boy. Apparently, this felt urgent to Tessa now, too.
    A minute later, she finished, saying, “Okay, this is much better now. Where’s the envelope?”
    But Amy only replied by snatching up the piece of paper and looking toward the bottom. Thankfully, Tessa had mimicked her handwriting pretty well. And then she read the new part.
P.S. You have the most beautiful blue eyes I’ve ever seen. And I fall asleep at night dreaming of your kisses.
     
    Whoa. Had Tessa read her mind? Because if she could have thought of it—and had been brave enough—that might be exactly what she would have written. Because it wasn’t too over-the-top sexual. And it was so, so true.
    Still, though, the idea of giving this to Logan—well, somehow this upped the stakes. Because if the time ever truly came to admit she’d written it, he’d know. That she wanted to . . . do things with him, things like kiss him. And she knew that was normal—she knew it pretty much went hand in hand with the other things the letter said—yet this stuff was just so much more difficult for her than for other people.
    “Don’t just stand there,” Tessa said. “Put it in the envelope and get it out on his car.”
    Okay. You can do this. Even though it meant there was no turning back.
    Well, okay, technically, she guessed she could turn back afterward—by never letting Logan know it had come from her. Yet even so, taking the step of putting this on his car seemed monumental.
    Under Tessa’s prodding gaze, she folded the blue sheet of stationery and slid it into a matching envelope, then simply wrote Logan’s initials on the outside: LW . And without further ado, they both walked to the door and stepped out onto the sidewalk, Amy’s heart beating like a drum.
    One or two people meandered along the opposite side of the square, but no one seemed to be paying attention to Amy and Tessa. “Do it,” Tessa said. “I’m watching Dolly’s front door. Do it now. Before it’s too late.”
    So with her palms as sweaty as any twelve-year-old sending her first love note, Amy walked up to Logan’s car and slipped the envelope under the windshield wiper on the driver’s side. Then she gave a panicky look around, thankful to find no eyes upon her, and scurried back inside the bookstore like a mouse.
    A second later, Tessa ducked in behind her, appearing a little alarmed. “That was close,” she said. “He just came out.”
    “ What? Are you serious?”
    “Don’t