She groans, pushing at my chest. “Stop.And stop calling me that.”
I hold her steady. “I willneverstop calling you that,” I vow. “Now, let me think. A beautiful girl just asked me to kiss her. I’m all aflutter. Gotta stop blushing and get my head back on straight.”
“It’s just…” She squirms. “You keep giving me kissy eyes. And I’m only here for a few days. And, like, we could just flirt that whole time and not do anything, or?—”
“Or we could dosomething,” I finish for her. “That what you’re thinking, London?”
“Um.” She flushes even more. “Yes?”
More sunbeams. Ireallylike this girl.
I set Summer’s feet down gently in the grass. Her breathing picks up as I step closer and back her up against the tree. “Thank you,” I tell her.
Her eyes are huge as I cup her cheek. “F-for what?”
I lean in, dipping my face into the softness of her neck. “Noticing my kissy eyes,” I mumble into her creamy skin. I graze my lips against her throat and breathe in her sweet scent. “You smell like a dessert,” I growl. “I want to eat you. How do you smell so good?”
“I-I have a very extensive perfume collection.”
I smile. ’Course she does. “Oh aye?” I pick up her hand and run my nose along the inside of her wrist. “You put it here too?”
She shivers as I kiss her palm. “D-do you know where mouths go?”
“I’ll find it eventually,” I promise, kissing up her wrist.
She melts against me. “Fraser, kiss meproperly?—”
The radio clipped to my waistband buzzes to life. Alec’s voice comes through in a fizz of static. “Fraser. Are you with Summer?”
Summer stiffens. I consider just ignoring him, but the radio crackles again. “Fraser,” Alec repeats. “Come in.”He sounds annoyed.
“You should get that,” Summer whispers.
I sigh, bringing the radio to my mouth. “Aye, I’m with her. We’re in the orchard.”
“Bring her to the main gate. I need to talk to her. Now. Out.” The radio’s static dies.
Summer looks worried. “He sounds angry. Did I do something?”
“No idea.” I fix the hem of her rumpled dress and offer her my hand. “Only one way to find out, I guess.”
As we approach the front entrance of the farm, it’s immediately obvious what the issue is. The biggest van I’ve seen in my life is parked across the entryway. The inside looks to be loaded with pallets of cardboard boxes. Cameron is working with a couple of our farmhands to bring them out.
Alec is standing by the gate, arguing with the driver. “We have a vital delivery that needs to be made,” he’s saying. “You’re blocking the way. You need to move.”
The driver shrugs. “Look, mate, I don’t know what to tell you. I just need this to be signed for.”
“Problem?” I call as we trudge over to them.
Alec looks at us, ice in his eyes. “Delivery for you,” he tells Summer.
Summer looks confused. “What? I didn’t order anything.”
The driver brightens. “You’re Summer Faye?” He shoves an iPad at her. “Sign here, please.”
Summer stares down at the tablet. “But…what is it?”
Right on cue, Cameron gets the first palette of boxes off the van and dumps it at our feet.
