“Better,” she said, removing her leather gloves.
“This is hard labor.”
Meredith didn’t disagree.
“What does my mother pay you?”
“Why do you care?”
He gestured at the nearby flower garden.“Who did that?”
“Me.”
“It looks good.”
She warmed at the praise against her will.Then she whistled for the dogs and started down the path toward the house.Wade followed her.
“What are you growing?”he asked.
“Flowers.”
“What kind?”
“Rock rose, garden verbena, wisteria, and lavender.”
“Do you sell them?”
“They’re ingredients in Wynona’s soap products.”
“She makes money from that?”
Meredith shrugged.She didn’t get involved in the financial side of things, but orders for the all-natural soaps were steadily increasing.
Wade gave her a closer study.“You enjoy this kind of work.”
“Yes.”
“Do you have ranching experience?”
“I grew up on a farm, like I said.”
“You said you couldn’t wait to escape.”
“This is different.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s my choice to be here.I can leave whenever I want.”
He glanced around, his expression dubious.“It’s remote.”
“It’s peaceful,” she countered, and stopped in her tracks.“Speaking of jobs, don’t you have one to go to?”
He smirked at her brush-off, as if he knew the reason behind it.He’d hit the nail on the head last night.She was uncomfortable with personal questions, and uneasy about the attraction between them.The kiss they’d shared loomed at the forefront of her mind.She remembered the feel of his mouth on hers, his strong hands on her body, and the way she’d responded to his touch.She imagined he was thinking about it, too.His eyes glowed like pale amber in the morning light.
“Bye, now,” she said.
“Bye,” he said gruffly.
