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Because poetry had no home between himself and Quinn Sullivan.
Poetry had no room within him.
For more reasons than he could name.
“Let’s get to work.”
“Fine,” she said.
“You need some coffee?” he asked.
“Oh, I had my cup before I left, and I couldn’t find my thermos and...”
“I have time to get you a cup of coffee.”
“You said you didn’t share.”
“I don’t,” he said.
But he poured her a cup all the same, and stuck it in the service and put it in her hands.
They were pretty hands. Petite.
And he was a man, so in that moment, he wasn’t picturing her hand wrapped around the thermos. He was picturing it wrapped around him.
He gritted his teeth and took a step away from her. “Let’s go.”
He knew that in a few minutes she would be annoying. Just like clockwork. It was one of the things he liked about Quinn. That when things did begin to get too companionable between them, he could count on her to say something irritating and undo it.
To take any of the attraction that was burning beneath the surface and douse it with some cold water.
She...had been doing that on purpose. After that moment that had passed between them, he was sure of that.
“I was doing some research on Christmas trees,” she said.
“Were you?”
“Yes. I was.”
“Great.”
“We can talk about it later,” she said. “I want to know what our assignment is for the day.”
“Our assignment. Well. Charity McCloud is going to come by a little later to do some vaccinations. We need to get the calves all rounded up so that they’re ready for her. And after that, we need to get one of the herds moved from the upper pasture down to the lower pasture. So we’ll be doing a bit of riding again today.”
“Not my favorite,” she said.
“I don’t understand how it cannot be your favorite.”
“Because it just isn’t. Because horses are big and kind of unpredictable.” She waved her hand over her whole body. “And I’m very small.”
He chuckled. “That you are. I love horses.”
He hadn’t meant to say that last part. Not that he was such a caveman he couldn’t admit to loving something, but still. He didn’t much see the point in telling her that.
Or anything about him.
But what had been the point to the sunscreen?
