I kiss her again. “You look perfect.”
She’s wearing a pretty white dress with large blue flowers. The bottom part is flared out and hits her below the knee. Since it’s going to be a scorching hot day, it’s the right selection.
My eyes drop to her sandals. “Still no cowgirl boots?”
“Someone promised to take me to Fort Worth or Dallas so I can buy a pair. I’m still waiting.”
“Cheeky Carina.”
“You opened that door.”
“You’re right.” I smile. “Something’s been on my mind…” I say, changing the subject.
“What’s that?”
“This is going so fast between us?—”
“Too fast?”
“Not for me.”
Her features soften.
“I realized last night before falling asleep I don’t even know how old you are.”
“I’m twenty-four. How about you?”
“I turned twenty-eight a couple months ago.”
“Oof.” She wipes her forehead with the back of her hand. “Thank God you aren’t a dirty old man.”
“I’m just dirty.”
“I’ve experienced it firsthand.”
I wink. “There’s something else on my mind.”
“You’ve been doing a lot of thinking, Mr. Sullivan.”
“Everything about you took me by surprise,” I say. “I was thinking maybe I should tell my bosses about us.”
“Really?”
“Jake and Hunter will be wondering what’s going on if they keep seeing my truck parked right outside of your door. It’s best if we put it out in the open.”
Her eyebrows knit together. “Are you sure?”
She’s so sweet and vulnerable right now.
“I’m sure about us.” I trace my knuckles against her cheek. “Not you?”
“I’m sure as well.”
And fuck, that does something tome.
Her lips pull up into a slow smile.
“I want them to know. I don’t want to sneak around. I also want to make sure the other ranch hands keep their distance. That way they know you’re off limits.”
