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“Missing out on what?”
“All sorts of things. Art. Food. Entertainment.”
“We have all of that here.”
He gives me a relaxed, contented smile, and I have to wonder ifI’mthe one missing out on something.
Maybe Adrian can teach me about the simple pleasures in life, the things I’ve always been too busy to notice.
Chapter Four
Adrian
I’m lost in Becca’s violet eyes and utterly consumed by her beautiful voice. Like a lot of country folk, I don’t talk much, so it’s not unusual for me to be on the quiet side. In all my life, though, I’ve never been so goddamn eager to listen.
Her voice is warm and resonant, rising and falling like the lull of the sea—or what I’d imagine the sea to sound like, anyway. I’d love to hear her sing again. I can’t believe she thinks she’s not a good singer.Maybe that’s what happens when you live in a place like L.A., though.
Every time Becca punctuates one of her sentences with a laugh or tucks her hair behind her ear, my chest grows tighter with desire for her. When she reaches out and lays a hand on mine, though, it’s my pants that tighten.
“I’m doing a lot of the talking here, Adrian,” she says, giving me a smile. “I want to know about you, too, you know.”
I shrug. “There isn’t much to tell. I went to high school here, rode bulls at the rodeo, and worked on the farm.”
“That sounds so interesting! I have no idea what it means to live on a farm.”
“Well, you just gotta let the chickens out first thing in the morning,” I say. “Otherwise they go on strike and withhold eggs.”
Her eyes widen in surprise. A second later, she laughs.
“You’re teasing me, aren’t you?” she says.
I give her an easy grin. “I was only half kidding around. Chickensarequirky animals. They make a ruckus and a huge mess if you don’t let them out in time. They’ve also been known to take revenge.”
“How so?”
“Sneaking into the house and laying eggs in an armchair for an unsuspecting person to sit on.”
Becca’s laughter rings around me. “Vengeful chickens! I would never have guessed.”
Just then, the bartender comes down to our end of the bar. I give him a friendly nod.
“I’ll have another, Jed. One more for the lady, too.”
Jed gives me an apologetic smile and shakes his head. “Sorry, Adrian. Last call was half an hour ago. I’m closing in twenty minutes.”
Twenty minutes? Jesus. That means Becca and I have been sitting here talking for four hours.
Guess it makes sense, though. I’ve gone from simply being attracted to her and intrigued by her to feeling like I know her soul.
“Wow,” says Becca, realizing how long it’s been too as she checks the time on her phone. “I guess I better get back to the B&B. I want to get a decent amount of sleep tonight.”
“I’ll walk you back,” I say.
“Okay. Thanks.”
“I’ll just pay the bill and we’ll go.”
“You don’t have to do that. I ordered food.”
