He was so confused he couldn’t even bring himself to return to the church to pick up his nephews. Instead, he’d called Jo Spencer and asked her to bring them—and his hat and his boots—by the house. Even now, after a restless night’s sleep, his head was still swimming. What had possessed him to kiss Vee Bishop? Talk about a gigantic step in the wrong direction. Not that he regretted kissing Vee. At that second, and even now as he thought about it, he had very much wanted to kiss her. He still did. He just shouldn’t have. Kissing Vee complicated every part of his life. It wasn’t anything a cup of coffee could cure, but he thought going to Cup o’ Jo was a good first step. Maybe Jo would have some good advice for him, or perhaps a jolt of caffeine might set him straight, though he highly doubted it. What did a man do when he was headed down the wrong road?
