Anders marched around the kitchen island and grabbed the towel off the hook. He began twirling it into a snapping weapon. Judd readied the sink.
Wynn walked through the garage door and stopped, eyeing the two of them. She held up her palms. “All right, guys. I don’t know what’s going on, but if you make a mess—you’re cleaning it up.”
Judd met Anders’s gaze, and they called a silent truce.
Wynn breathed out. She glanced around and then brightened. “Hey, the place looks great. How much do I owe you?” She asked that a lot.
Anders replied first. “Next time you make a batch of brownies, I’ll take a couple.”
“You got it.” She winked at him and turned to Judd. “What about you?”
He studied her face, pictured his hand over her cheek. “I’m good.” His voice was thick with… something he’d rather not name. He turned away, refusing to look at Anders. His brother would read way too much into that look.
“I’m, uh, going to head back to the B&B. Have a good night, you two.” Anders fired two finger pistols at Judd and ducked out.
Judd gritted his teeth.
Wynn didn’t seem fazed. She set her purse on the counter and turned around, her arms folded. “You want to tell me why I walked into a gunfight in my kitchen?”
He shook his head. “Nope.”
She rolled her eyes. “Men.”
“Do you ever think about getting married again?” The words tumbled out of him like they’d ridden on a raft down an uncontrollable stretch of river.
She braced herself. “Why is everyone talking about this tonight?” she mumbled.
“Who?” He stumbled. “Who talked to you?” The very next thought was:And did they mention me?Stupid Anders, putting thoughts in his head.
“Nobody.” She folded her arms and cocked a hip. “Do you want to get married?”
“What? Pfft …” He struggled to look cool and composed when he felt anything but. “You?”
She rolled her eyes. “I’m perfectly content with my life.”
“Good.” He folded his arms too, mirroring her posture and meeting her strong gaze.
They locked eyes, and the air stopped moving. He didn’t need to think, because time stood still. They stayed there, just breathing and taking one another in. Wynn’s hair was back, but some had escaped the messy bun and framed her face. Her skin was so smooth. And her eyes? They were curious and interested, bright blue and full of heat.
There was a shift between them, one he couldn’t put words to, but they both felt it. He knew because she jumped into action at the same time he did. She went for the hallway, and he went for the door.
“Night,” he called over his shoulder.
“Good night,” she replied.
He shut the door but held the handle, wondering what he would do if she came after him. He might—gulp—kiss her. Geez, that would open a can of worms, complicate things, and make a mess.
He stayed put, trying to talk himself out of standing there, hopeful and dreading at the same time. Kissing Wynn—the very idea of kissing her—changed things.
Thirty seconds later, she hadn’t come after him. It was a good thing at least one of them had common sense.
He let go of the door and walked home.
Chapter 5
Wynn
Wynn motioned for Judd to back his truck up a little more. Her vendor tent was in a great place, right on the end of a row near the food vendors. She was next to the organic honey twins, Josie and Allie. Their table displays were beautiful, their busy energy putting bees to shame.
