My head still cocked, I let the corner of my mouth quirk up.
Sebastian was one of the first people I’d met at the ranch, and our friendship budded somewhere in our frequent proximity. We met each month for Honey’s injection. Since he was the vet who cared for all Rhiannon’s horses, cows, goats, and chickens, we saw one another around the ranch all the time. I worked four buildings down from his office in the city, and he walked down each day for lunch. Two or three dinners a week, we shared a table at the cafeteria in town for dinner.
Suffice it to say, eating together was far from uncommon.
His visible anxiety though? That was new.
Was it a meal he was asking for? Or something else?
I couldn’t say the thought had never crossed my mind. He was handsome in a rough and rugged sort of way, from his six-foot height to his strong jaw and piercing puppy-dog eyes. And that beard—My god, I’d fought the desperate urge to run my fingers through it a thousand times.
But I was used to men who made the move. Sebastian never had.
So I pushed any attraction I had for him into a neat little box in the corner of my mind. This last year was about healing. Maybe I’d date again once I had my shit together.
But was he even asking for a date?
“I mean.” I raised a shoulder. “I’ve been dying to try that hibachi place that just opened in Glacier Ridge. But Lizzie’s picky, isn’t she? I don’t think she’d like hibachi.”
Shoulders releasing, something glimmered in his eyes. “Yeah, she hates hibachi.”
“So just you and me then?”
“Yeah. Yeah, that sounds great.” His smile reached his eyes again. “Just you and me.”
