“Are you sure?”
Willow looked over her shoulder. She’d die a hundred horrible deaths if Zac was standing in the doorway. He wasn’t, thank goodness. “Whenever I’m around him, my brain turns to mush and I can’t think straight. I hardly know anything about his life, but I’m still attracted to him.”
“And that worries you?”
“Of course, it worries me. I’m not impulsive. I don’t fall in love with someone because they’ve got kind eyes and big bulgy muscles.”
Megan’s lips twitched. “You’ve noticed Zac’s muscles?”
“I was dancing with him.”
“Oh, well. That makes all the difference.”
Willow frowned. “Are you laughing at me?”
“Would I do that?”
“Considering you’ve got a huge smile on your face, the answer is yes.” Rebecca’s hand brushed Willow’s finger, bringing her back to earth with an emotional thump. “What am I going to do?”
“Only you can answer that question.”
Willow had never believed in love at first sight. When she was living in Nashville, she’d been surrounded by people who bounced from one relationship to another, always searching for someone who could make them happy.
She wasn’t like that. After a few wrong turns, she’d found her own sense of happiness. Waking up each morning in Sapphire Bay was a joy. She had friends she adored and a job that challenged and thrilled her. Her life couldn’t have been better. Then Zac came home and everything changed.
“Have you told Zac how you feel about him?”
Willow’s face flamed even hotter. “I’m pretty sure he knows.”
Megan reached across the bed for a glass of water. “I wouldn’t be so sure. Men don’t think like us. Sometimes you need to say the same thing a few different ways, then keep repeating it.”
“Baking us chocolate chip cookies helps, too,” Zac said from the bedroom doorway.
Willow cringed. How much of her conversation with Megan had he heard?
“Keep moving,” William said from behind Zac. “The tray is heavy.”
Zac stepped into the room, staring at Willow as if she had a bad case of hives.
Her heart sank. He must have heard more than she thought.
William rushed into the room. “I heated some pie in the microwave and added a side plate of cookies.”
Willow’s eyes widened. There was enough food on the tray to keep four people happy.
Megan didn’t seem to mind. “You even remembered my herbal tea.”
“I thought you might enjoy a hot drink better than a glass of water.” William placed the tray on the bedside table and smiled at Willow. “Don’t worry. We only heard the part where Megan was sharing her words of wisdom about men. And just for the record, she’s probably right.”
While William placed more pillows behind Megan’s shoulders, Willow looked down at Rebecca. Enjoying the sweet bundle of joy in her arms was far better than looking at Zac.
Especially if he’d heard more than William thought he had.
Chapter Seven
The following afternoon,Zac stopped his truck beside the tiny home village. Pastor John hadn’t been kidding when he said it was a community project.
Instead of seeing one digger and plumber, at least ten people were busy working on the plot of land.
