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“What about her?” The half of his face I can see appears confused.
“You guys dated.”
Now, he looks at me. “You were in the meeting where that got decided.”
I was. It was the same morning we’ve already discussed. Which made all the speculating and swooning over Kyle all the more ridiculous since I knew he’d soon be considered off the market.
“They discussed you guyspretendingto date for positive publicity. You’re seriously telling me nothingactuallyhappened between you guys?”
“I liked that she was famous. Beyond that, we weren’t that compatible.”
“Youlikedthat she was famous?”
Kyle shrugs. “I liked that I knew what she wanted from me.”
“That’s kind of sad.”
He nods. “Tell me about it.”
We finally arrive back at the barn. The rain has eased off entirely, but we’re both soaked. Kyle immediately glances toward the house, his brow furrowed.
“You’re worried about the roof?”
There’s a flash of surprise on his face as he looks over at me. “Yeah. Was stupid to strip it without a plan to replace it.”
“Why did you then?”
A ghost of a grin curls up one corner of his mouth. “Because I do stupid shit sometimes.”
I hop down from the tractor first, and Kyle follows.
I think his eyes might dip down to my chest for a millisecond, but I can’t tell for sure. He’s subtler than the guy at the bar was.
Kyle clears his throat. “You should go change.”
“Of course I’m going to change. I thought you’d want help with…the tractor first.”
I’m not sure what there’s to do. But I wasn’t planning to run off as soon as we got back either.
“I don’t need help. Head inside.” His tone is more brusque than before.
But I keep pushing, setting aside my pride. “I can’t get any wetter at this point. Let me help.”
My cheeks warm at the unintentional innuendo. But Kyle doesn’t so much as smirk before disappearing into the main section of the barn and returning to the side shed with a faded plaid button-down.
He tosses it to me. “Fine. Put that on then.”
I arch an eyebrow at him. “I’m not cold.”
The rain and lack of sun have cooled the air temperature some, but definitely not to the point where layers sound pleasant.
Kyle heaves a sigh, like this entire conversation is an inconvenience. “Your shirt is fucking see-through, Piper.”
I swallow before glancing down.
Not that I think he’s wrong, but more that I’m hoping he’s mistaken.
He’s not. My favorite pink bra is on full display.
