One side of Amber’s mouth tipped up. “Halloween seemed to go over well, too.”
“That it did. Almost didn’t happen, but Molly and the rest of my team are rockstars.”
“Everyone seems really amazing.” Her eyes drifted to one side of me, but bounced right back. “Pretty sure this was a raging success for your first outing.”
“Yeah, we’re going to leave it open for Halloween weekend as well, then tear it all down to get us ready for Christmas shopping.”
“How’s your marketing budget?”
“Generous.”
“Good. It should bring in people and the word of mouth from this alone should have nearby towns creeping in to check it out.”
“I’ve reached out to the Brothers Three Orchard to see if they were interested in a stall for their hard cider. The Hot Cocoa Bus is coming in for the first of December from nearby Crescent Cove.”
Molly’s eyebrows shot up. “Really?”
I nodded. “Just got the email from Justin Manning tonight actually. Should be a good bit of word of mouth from them as well. They’re going to bring a load of Christmas trees in with the hot chocolate mobile unit as an event.”
“Tate Reynolds, entrepreneur.” Amber crossed her ridiculous legs and I tried valiantly to ignore them. Her lips twitched as she lowered her gaze before lifting to meet mine again.
Molly looked from me to Amber and back with a smile. “Why don’t I leave you two alone.”
“No, you don’t need to?—”
Molly held a hand up. “I’ve monopolized her enough. Was nice getting to know you.”
Amber grinned up at her. “Thanks for filling me in on what I’ve missed.”
I sat across from her on one of the bales, but the stupid thing couldn’t take my weight and I slid off the back when it crumbled.
She jumped up with a laugh. “Tate.” She snickered, then held her hand out. “Need help.”
Dignity scattered with the hay as I struggled to get up. “I’m good.”
She peered down at me. “You sure? I’m stronger than I look.”
I held a hand up, but instead of letting her take some of my weight, I toppled her into my lap.
Her laughter zipped through me with a cinnamon scented chaser. I quickly banded my arm around her ass so her skirt wouldn’t fly up. But an armful of Amber was no hardship. The dark hair of her wig fell forward and curtained around our faces.
“This was not the help I was talking about,” she said a few millimeters from my mouth.
“Well, it’s not helping one part of me for sure.”
She snickered as her fingers dug into my shoulders. “You are...much bigger than I remember.”
“Coach isn’t around to tell me to stop eating pizza.”
She poked my abs. “Where are you putting it?”
“Into the gym at my house.”
“It’s working.”
“I want to kiss you again.”
She brushed her nose against mine. “Probably a bad idea. We need to get up. This is probably already on the internet.”
