“I didn’t notice.” He nuzzled along the side of her neck. It was becoming harder to concentrate and to keep her resolve. She wanted to give in to him, to herself. But the harvest must come first. And if there were a total fire ban tomorrow, well, then there would be plenty of time to take the due care in having some intimate time with Blaise.
Dusty gently pushed him away. “I need to get back to it. Sorry.” She hated seeing the sad puppy-dog expression on his face.
“You do? I think just a few minutes…” He bit playfully into her neck.
Her knees buckled slightly, and he easily took her weight. She wriggled out of his grasp, reluctantly.
“The harvest is nearly done, and you know I want to finish by Christmas.”
“I know, though I don’t see how a few minutes with me will be the reason why that won’t happen.”
“I want longer than a few minutes,” she said softly. “I’m so sorry, but I need to focus. This is my livelihood and is part of the farm’s income and survival.”
He nodded, but the shadow of disappointment said otherwise.
In a moment of weakness, she had an idea.Why not?It would make his day if she let him. Plus, it could be a sort of compromise. A chance to spend a little time together, while still harvesting.
“Want to come for a ride?”
“Ummm… you’re giving me mixed messages here, you know.” He brushed the tips of his fingers up her bare arms, sending a pleasant shiver through her body.
“You have a one-track mind, don’t you?”
“Not quite, but you know I haven’t… well, you know, for a while.” He raised his eyebrow suggestively.
Dusty laughed. “And you won’t. I was referring to the combine.”
His eyes lit up. “Can I?”
“Sure, come on.”
He grabbed her hand stopping her from turning. “On one condition.”
“You’re going to have to wait.” She rolled her eyes.
“That you’ll let me drive.”
Dusty’s eyes widened at the simple request.
Can I trust him? Let him be in the driver’s seat?
She swallowed hard. “You’re on.”
“Fantastic.” He started to walk toward the combine.
“Hang on, you’re not driving anywhere.”
Blaise spun around. “What now?”
Dusty pointed to the ute. “You better move the bloody ute out of the way.”
