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“No.”
“Hungry?”
Not for food. “Not really, but a walk would be nice. I haven’t been out here in years.”
“I thought you were out here this morning,” he said, steering her toward the garden arch laced with roses.
“But I haven’t walked the grounds in a while. I always loved the old barn with the rope swing.”
“Billy built a new barn. The old barn’s for storage, but they might still have the swing.” Reed jerked his head toward the small barn sitting forlorn not far from the huge industrial barn.
Their footsteps made no sound, and the farther they got from the lively fire and laughing guests, the more intimate the night felt. Back was the earlier heat between them.
Georgia knew what she was doing, and she knew Reed knew what she was doing. And even though she shouldn’t want to mess with Reed, she needed to kiss him.
Needed to feel his strength. So lame for a strong woman to need a man to make her forget. She didn’t want to be weak. She didn’t want to need this man to make her feel better about the shit life had just handed her.
But she did. God help her, she did.
Reed pulled the door open, and it creaked like a last-minute warning.
Go back. Forget about this cowboy in his tight Wranglers and new Stetson.
“You think they have some hay we can get lost in?” she said.
Okay. So logic wasn’t going to win.
“Yeah? You want to get a little lost with me?”
She licked her lips. “Yeah.”
Pushing the door open with his boot, he swung the door wider. “Well, a gentleman must acquiesce. After you.”
“Acquiesce?”
“You know, give you what you want.”
The barn was dark, and she heard the flutter of something above. Barn owl, no doubt, but she stepped closer to Reed. “I like that notion, but maybe we should have gone to the new barn.”
“And let the horses watch?”
She lifted her eyes to his. “Watch what?”
He kicked the door closed and at the same time anchored his hands at her waist, pulling her to him. “A little fun in some nonexistent hay?”
And then his lips descended.
Jesus, he was so warm and solid, so damn good against her. Georgia tilted her head and opened her mouth. No sense playing coy.
And Reed didn’t mess around. One hand slid up to cup her jaw, positioning her so he could deepen the kiss. Georgia looped two fingers through his back belt loop and pushed him closer, sliding a hand up to stroke the hair at his nape. Her hand hit his hat, knocking it forward.
Reed broke the kiss. “Where’s a good pile of hay when a guy needs it?”
Georgia’s eyes had adapted to the darkness, and the moonlight slanting through the cracks in the eaves showed an ancient John Deere sitting silent. “How about a tractor?”
“How—”
But he didn’t finish, because Georgia had already started for the tractor, unbuttoning her silk blouse on the way. She climbed up and used an abandoned towel to wipe the seat before turning to find him standing there, a furrow in his brow.
