“Do you think I could move in soon?” Blaise couldn’t believe he’d managed to pluck up the courage to ask Dusty this, now, during harvest, when the combine was broken in the yard. And after she’d rejected the answer earlier.
Dusty turned and looked at him, her eyes clear like the summer sky. “Yes.”
He detected hesitation in her voice. “I sense a but coming on.”
She lowered her voice. “What about Mom?”
He nodded. “I don’t expect her to move out, you know.”
“You’d be happy for her to live with us?”
He wasn’t sure that was the way to word it. He’d much prefer it if they had their own space, but this was a situation that wasn’t the norm. Because of the attraction he had for Dusty, he was willing to compromise. It did help that he got along with Claire very well.
“This is her home.”
Dusty nodded. “It’s good to know that you think that way.” Her smile sent a glowing warmth through him. “We can talk more later.”
“Sure.” He’d pushed her to face this enough for one night.
“Come on, I’m hitting the sack even though I should have a shower.” She inhaled leaning toward him. “You should, too, but don’t worry about it.”
“Come here.”
Dusty wriggled out of his grasp. “Bedtime, and no hanky-panky.”
“Cross my heart.” He made a cross on his heart as he said the words.
He didn’t care. All he wanted was to have the night with Dusty in his arms.
