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"Levi.” I hear someone say, and I stop in my tracks. When I turn, I see Presley with her hands on her hips.
“I haven't heard from you. Why is that?” She pouts like she’s hurt, but there’s a flirty grin on her face.
We spent one night togethertwo years ago. I told her I wasn’t interested in anything more, but she constantly finds a way to bring it up.
"Been staying busy on the farm," I say, my go-to response anytime someone complains about me not being around. It's not a lie, though. I've worked every day for the past two months, other than the three when I was snowed in.
"Well, hopefully I'll see you at the festival. I'll buy you an eggnog." She smiles wide and lifts a brow. More likespikedeggnog.
"I'll be there," I tell her. The whole damn town will be.
When I finally meet up with Fallon, she's comparing two zucchinis.
"The left one has more length if you're into that. But the right one has more girth. Tough decision," I taunt, standing behind her.
"Too bad a girl can never find the right one..."
I meet her eyes and smirk.
"You know, one with lengthandgirth. It's a rare find."
Now I know she's messing with me because I know for certain she's seen and felt my dick on more than one occasion.
“Anytime I’ve found one that’s long and thick, it always turns out terrible.” She lifts a brow. “No flavor.”
"That's an odd observation," I state.
She tosses both in the cart. Then she gives me her signature death glare. "What took you so long? Get stopped by another fan club member?"
Her jealous tone makes the corner of my lips curl up. "It's a small town. I told you, everyone knows everyone."
"I guess I hadn't realized you meant itliterally. "
"Why don't you just ask me what you want to know? Stop beating around the bush and just say it."
"Nah, I’m good." She moves over to the fruit.
I wait in silence as she picks out apples and oranges, then I follow her to the yogurt section. Once she’s finished, we make our way to the cashier.
"Hi, Levi," Sierra greets sweetly as I put things on the belt. I glance over at Fallon, who's rolling her eyes.
Great. I’m sure she thinks I’ve hooked up with Sierra too, and that has never happened.
"Hey. How's your fiancé?" I ask. The douchebag just got out of jail last month for assault.
"He's fine, thanks for asking. How's your mom?"
We go back and forth until the cart is empty, and I introduce her to Fallon. Once I've paid and our groceries are bagged, we leave.
"You can sit in the truck and get warm while I load these," I tell her, cranking the heat.
She nods. I don't push her to talk, though, because she told me she was exhausted, and I want to respect her boundaries. I've always been a chatty guy, kinda comes with the territory, but I understand wanting peace and quiet.
We listen to soft non-holiday music as I drive home. She stares out the window, and I'm sure she'll fell asleep by how her head bobs.
"Fallon." I pat her thigh when I’ve parked in front of the cabin. "We're home."
She blinks over at me, waking up, and nods.
