Arden clamps her lips together while her face fills with amusement. “As long as you’re not mailing inappropriate things,” she sasses me, “I’m not sure what the problem is.”
I chuckle and shake my head. “She pinches my cheeks,” I gasp out, the underlying outrage in my voice completely real.
Arden’s head tips back and she laughs. The sound fills the room and it’s like I can’t look away from her. She’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.
How the hell did I miss this woman before?
I guess it’s for the best because I see her now.
I’m just not sure what to do about my secret letter writer. I’ve fallen in love with her. I know it.
Would I always wonder?
I don’t think it would be fair to Arden for me to not be sure. I certainly don’t want that. I’ve waited this long, so focused on everything else instead of myself and finding love and happiness.
But Sunflower is just a woman writing letters, Arden is sitting right here.
Even though I may be conflicted, I can appreciate just how special Arden is. There’s no denying it.
“I’m going to tell Reba that you love it when she pinches your cheeks,” Arden threatens me adorably, her eyes bright and the smile on her face is wide.
It’s a sight worth remembering.
“You better not,” I warn her, my voice stern but with no real heat behind it.
Eliza and Kendrick come bustling in with a tray, cake and coffee. “Better not, what?” Eliza asks breezily.
“I better not tell Reba how Ford lives for her cheek pinches.” She looks at me, holding my gaze.
With an arched eyebrow, I stare her down until she looks away, not quite able to hide her smile. If Eliza looks smug, everyone in the room ignores it, including her.
“She has the grandma pinch down,” Eliza agrees. “She used to get me in the market,” she smiles at the memory. “You can’t really blame her for taking her due. I think it’s worth the cost of a little grandma magic, you know?”
“Grandma magic?” I can’t help but asking.
“Well, grandparent, I guess. The wisdom sounds sager. The cookies taste better. The hugs are warmer. That kind of thing,” Eliza explains.
“Reba has it in spades,” Arden agrees and helps getting everything passed out.
As we eat our dessert, the conversation shifting away from the post office, I steal glances at Arden when I can. What happens to my cock when she licks some of the icing off the tines of her fork doesn’t need to be mentioned. You could say he took notice.
I did too.
I’m still not sure how I feel about the attraction I have toward Arden and the way I feel about my Sunflower. Those questionslinger for the short ride back home and right up until I walk into the house and almost run right into Rosalie.
“It’s happening,” she shrieks and from the way the woman is almost jumping up and down it’s not difficult to figure out what is going on.
I grip her shoulders, give her a quick hug and then point her toward the door. “Go and enjoy your family.”
Talk about grandma magic. I hope Rafael knows how lucky he is. In so many ways.
It looks like I’ll be spending more time in town since Rosalie does a lot of those trips. Maybe I’ll see Arden when I’m there.
When I finally lay down and sleep, I dream about following Arden through a field of sunflowers.
CHAPTER 6
ARDEN
