“And why not go to school?”
“That’s two questions.”
He straightens. “Okay, you go.”
I begin the same steps to make the next batch of cupcakes. “How old are you?”
Walker groans. “Really?”
I chuckle. “What? You wanted to know how old I was. Why can’t I ask you?”
“Just didn’t expect it, I guess. I’m thirty-four.”
“Is there a Mrs. Walker I should know about?”
He glowers. “Do you think I’d be here if there was a Mrs. Walker?”
That answer makes me far too giddy. He’s here because we work together. Because we live together. But the way he answered makes it clear that he’s not standing in this room right now because of work.
“Also, that was two questions,” he says a little less gruffly.
“Yeah, but then you hit me right back with a question.”
He huffs and I giggle. I put down the whisk I used to stir the eggs and step closer to him. His chin dips as I press a finger against his chest, then dance two up as I hold his attention. “But ask me another one. I’m an open book.”
It takes me a moment to realize what I’ve done. We’re close. Too close. My chin is tipped up. His is down. We’re sharing the same breath. If I moved just an inch, our lips would press together. He’d probably wrap a hand around my neck and tug me closer. It’d be perfect.
“I can’t fucking think when you’re this close to me.” His eyes widen as if he can’t believe he said that aloud.
Neither can I.
“So stop thinking,” I murmur, leaning in. God, I want to kiss him. But I hold myself right where I am, waiting for him to take that miniscule step to claim my mouth.
“I can’t do that, either,” he mutters before sighing and stepping back slightly. “Is there a Mr. Tally anywhere?”
I shake my head. “I don’t do relationships. I don’t stay anywhere more than a few months.”
The apple of his throat bobs, and his eyes dip to my lips again.
Then my phone rings loudly and my heart rate skyrocketsas I jump back in surprise. “Jeez,” I mutter before grabbing the phone and saying hello to my sister on FaceTime.
“Oh my God!” Penny squeals, her normally alabaster skin bright red.
“What?”
“We’ve gone viral! We’re viral! The farm is famous!”
“What are you talking about?”
She lets out a loose, maniacal laugh. “You’re both going to be happy I’m so obsessed with social media after this. I’m going to save the farm!”
I set the phone on the counter as I settle on a stool. “How?”
“Walker’s cowboy videos! They’ve gone viral. Everyone is asking about the farm and the hot cowboy.”
“Not a cowboy,” Walker grumbles as he sidles up next to me.
I glance at him over my shoulder and tell him to shush.
