“Don’t we all.” Her sigh is almost slight, but I take notice. She studies the flowers. “I like them just as theyare.”
“I’ve got a mason jar inside to put them in.”
“Okay.” She nods, and reaches over to pick up her book.
“You don’t have to come inside unless you want to. I can put them in water if you want to stay out here and read.” I actually feel bad for interrupting. She looked so peaceful before I came out here.
“Okay,” She glances at the sky before handing over the flowers. “I’ll stay out here a little longer.”
“You need anything?” I ask, taking a few steps back.
“I’m good.”
“You sure? I can get you some water, or a glass of wine?”
“Jackson, I said I’m good. You don’t need to wait on me.”
“I’m just being hospitable.” I flash her a grin, but it doesn’t chase away her frown. “I just wanted to let you know I am back. I’m going to grab a shower and then I’ll start dinner.”
“Oh, you don’t have to cook for me. I brought food.”
“I’m already cooking for myself. Besides, I saw what you packed. Please don’t tell me you were planning to survive the entire week off cheese, bread, and wine?”
“It’s good enough for the French.”
“I love cheese and bread, and wine too. But those are appetizers, darlin’. Not a main course.”
“Says you.”
“Says the dictionary.”
“You’re quoting the dictionary now? Wow.” I swear I catch her smile before she forces her frown back in place.
“I’ll ring the dinner bell when the food’s ready.”
“You have a dinner bell?”
“This is a cattle ranch.” I lift my brows as if I’m offended she even had to question that. I don’t actually have one, but I’ll find something to humor her when it’s time. In fact, I am making it my personal mission to collect as many smiles and laughs as I can from her. She doesn’t give them out freely, which makes earning them even more meaningful. I do love a good challenge.
5
ROSALIE
I’m completely entrancedby my book. The writing and the story captivate me to the point I might as well be the one who discovered she’s betrothed to a Duke she’s never met. My heart races with each paragraph, and when the plot takes an unexpected twist, I can’t turn the pages fast enough.
“AIEEEEE!”
The screech of a wild animal pierces the air. I practically jump out of my skin.
“What the—!” I startle and drop my book onto my chest. The hammock swings and I temporarily lose my sense of balance. I grip the cocoon of fabric and whip my head toward the wailing sound.
A sound that stops the instant my eyes meet Jackson’s.
“Couldn’t find my dinner bell.” He pulls a device away from his mouth and holds it up with a grin.
“Jesus Christ,” I swear under my breath as I calm my pulse. “What the fuck is that?”
“It’s for hunting.”
