Heath blows out a sharp whistle that cuts through the air, and my body flinches before I can stop it. I roll my shoulders, pretending to admire the view instead of how fast my pulse is racing.
I’m mid-stretch when the slam of a screen door makes me jump—again.
“Don’t slam my doors,” Heath scolds.
Spinning back toward the house, I plaster on a smile. I should at leasttryto make a good impression and start off on the right foot. But my faux smile fades when my eyes land on two of the most attractive men I have ever seen in my entire life.
Jesus Christ. Is this a joke? What is in the water that makes everyone here ridiculously good looking?
The one on the left is slightly taller, with darker features. He has dark chestnut hair that flips out a little beneath a backward baseball cap.
I don’t know what it is about those stupid hats, but they’re a weakness of mine.
As if that wasn’t enough, the sleeves of his shirt are shoved up to the elbows, revealing sun-bronzed skin. But it’s his hooded, deep amber eyes locked on mine that completely captivate me.
My gaze lingers too long. I clear my throat, forcing a smile that almost feels real.
“Hey, I’m Sadie,” I say flatly.
There’s a long pause as their eyes slowly trail down my body. The attention makes my skin itch.
“I’m Emmett.” The other brother beams as he extends his hand to me. “Nice to meet you.”
I falter slightly before reaching out and shaking his hand. A wide grin spreads across his lips, revealing a small dimple in his left cheek. I can’t help but reciprocate.
Emmett’s hair is slightly shorter and dirty blonde. His skin is sun-kissed, with a dusting of freckles across the bridge of his nose and cheeks complementing his angelic blue-gray eyes.
He finally lets go of my hand, but his eyes stay locked on me. I shift on my feet, extending my hand toward his brother, expecting the same warm welcome.
Instead, my hand hangs there, suspended awkwardly until he finally speaks, his voice low.
“Wesley.”
One word.That’s all I get?
I shove my hands into my pockets, pressing my teeth into my tongue until the feeling dulls. “Nice to meet you both.”
Heath returns from hauling my suitcase inside, but Wesley and Emmett still haven’t taken their eyes off me. My throat tightens, closing in until I can barely swallow. Heath claps his hands once and rubs them together.
“Well, how about you boys give Sadie a tour?” he says, glancing between them.
“Great idea. We can take my truck,” Emmett says with another infectious smile. He starts toward a newer all-black truck, tossing a glance over his shoulder. “Wes, you coming?”
“Can’t. Busy,” Wesley’s eyes flick to me once more before he turns away, heading in the direction of the barn.
Emmett waves him off as we climb into the truck, completely unfazed by his brother’s rudeness. He glances over and smirks, and heat rushes up my neck. I shift in my seat, pretending it’s just from the sun.
Am I really blushing right now?
He leans over the console, close enough that I forget how to breathe. My spine hits the seat, heart tripping over itself as the space between us hums—warm, electric. His arm grazes my shoulder, fingers brushing the edge of my shirt before he pulls the seat belt across my chest and clicks it into place.
The sound is sharp, final.
He eases back behind the wheel, a quiet laugh slipping from him, that half-smile tugging at his mouth like he knows exactly what he’s doing.
My cheeks are on fire. I turn toward the window, pretending to study the trees outside. Suddenly I’m a nature enthusiast. But my reflection gives me away—wide-eyed, flustered, and completely undone.
For half a second, I thought he was leaning in to kiss me.
