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“Sure. Let me just get these dishes cleaned up.”
“Just leave them. We will worry about them tomorrow.”
“You made dinner. It’s the least I can do,” I insist.
He grabs my hands and holds them gently in his. “I’ll leave the dishes for you in the morning if it’ll make you feel better. Let’s just relax for the night.” His fingers touch my skin, and it’s like they shoot sparks that bounce around my entire being.
His blue eyes looking into mine is enough to make me give up whatever resolve I just had. Good lord, if he tells me to get naked right now, I don’t know how much of a chance I would stand under that intense gaze of his.
“Okay, but I’m at least going to go change into something more comfortable.”
He nods and lets go of my hands. Already, I’m missing them touching me, even in such a platonic way.
Walking into my bedroom, I try to gather my thoughts. I have no idea what I’m doing. Jonas Mitchell is making me feel things that I didn’t know I could still feel, and to be honest, it scares the living hell out of me. I’m just now getting used to being alone. Actually, it feels like I’ve been alone a hell of a lot longer than I have. Even when Michael was alive, it’s not like he was around much. I guess hanging out with his other family was far more favorable than spending time with me. I’m not used to anyone showing me real attention.
Maybe that’s it. Maybe the little bit of attention I’m getting is just making me act like a stupid teenage girl. That seems far more logical than me falling for this man, right?
Then, why the hell do I feel so comfortable around him? I rarely feel comfortable around anyone. That’s why I don’t have any friends. Yet, being around Jonas makes me feel oddly at home. It’s like in a time that is supposed to be so new and scary, when Jonas is around, I feel like I am right where I am supposed to be.
I don’t want to waste too much time, so I try to quiet my thoughts as I change clothes. I throw on a pair of my new leggings and a tank top before heading out to the living room.
When I get out there, I see Jonas is sitting on the couch with his legs spread, sipping on a beer. How the hell does he look so sexy doing absolutely nothing?
“Hey you,” he says, showing off those dimples. “I went ahead and poured you some more wine. If you don’t want it, that’s okay. But it’s there if you do.”
Glancing down, I see the mug I was using sitting on the table. “Thanks. You read my mind.”
I take a seat on the couch next to Jonas, close enough to be near him but not close enough to tempt me into wanting to mount him right here and now. Okay, that’s a lie. I don’t know if a football field between us would quell that urge.
We sip our drinks in silence for a few moments. Suddenly, I feel selfish for not asking about his day when he was so quick to ask about mine.
“Hey, how’d your meeting go today?”
He grins. “Landed the deal.”
“That’s great! So, what exactly does that mean?”
He takes a sip of his beer before answering. I watch his Adam’s apple move up and down as he swallows.
Why is that something that turns me on?
Maybe because EVERYTHING about this man seems to turn me on.
He starts to speak, pulling me out of my trance. “So, I made a deal with Lipton Markets. The ranch will supply all of their stores with our beef products at a discounted rate in exchange for making us exclusive to their stores. They have about fifty-sixty stores in the area, so it will be a whole hell of a lot more business.”
“Do you have the product to accommodate those orders?” I ask, genuinely interested.
“We’re working on it. We’ve bumped up production the past few months because I’ve been trying to land a good deal. Although we’ve gotten a few small ones, this is by far the largest one we have scored so far. I plan to keep expanding the next few months because Lipton’s won’t go completely exclusive for six months. I also have plans to build another building out back so that we can ultimately house more cattle, but that won’t be finished for a while, according to my brother.”
“Your brother?” I don’t mean to change the subject, but my curiosity is piqued.
He takes another sip. “Yeah. One of them.”
“How many do you have?”
“I have two younger brothers and a younger sister.”
“Tell me about them,” I say, getting comfortable with my mug in hand.
