She looks like a dream.
Her hair catches the light spring breeze as I step out of my convertible. I’ve got the top down for the evening, and I make my way to her and offer my hand before she evens steps off the curb. Her dress flutters around her legs, not clinging to her body, but certainly not covering up its wondrous shape.
A shape I ache to have beneath my fingertips.
“You look nice tonight, Walker,” she says as I help her step down off the curb.
I open the car door for her. “Not nearly as beautiful as you. I hope you weren’t waiting long.”
“Nah,” she says, sitting down into the leather seat. “I had to change my outfit three times, though. Pickles kept jumping up on me and getting hair everywhere.”
I look back toward her first-level apartment and see her dog staring at us through the window.
“He’s a good boy,” I say as I close her car door.
“That he is.”
As we pull onto the main road, she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. “So, where are we headed tonight?”
“The vineyard.”
She pauses. “We’re not going out before our walk in the vineyard?”
I grin as I peer over at her. “Tell me about your day, beautiful. I want to hear about all of it.”
She blushes, and the sight makes my cock kick. “I think you know how it went.”
I chuckle as my gaze gravitates back to the road in front of us. “I know how one particular part of it went. Regale me with the rest.”
I feel her staring at the profile of my face, searching for answers to our evening. I just wait. The road guides us, our bodies swaying with the turns and curves of the road that leads us back to Honeysuckle Grove.
A place I intend to show her could be her home just as much as any big city.
“Well,” she says with a sigh as she finally relents, “did Knox tell you that I had one of my bakeries put in an emergency order?”
“Is that why the two of you were in the kitchen this afternoon?”
“He didn’t tell you?”
I furrow my brow at that. “Should he have?”
“I know about the group chat you guys have going. I figured Knox would have told you.”
I peek over at her as we cross the threshold into the Grove. “Does that bother you? Us having a group chat?”
She shakes her head. “No. I just wasn’t sure if Knox had told you anything. I figured he would have.”
I offer my hand to her. “Even if he did, I’d want to hear it from you, anyway.”
She looks down at my hand. “Really?”
I wiggle my fingers. “Really, really.”
It’s like I’ve won first place at the County Fair when she slides her hand against mine.
I watch our fingers interlock as her voice fills the airy space between us. “Well, Knox took me to watch the sunrise, and while we were enjoying things, I got an emergency email from my client. Apparently, my cherry-rhubarb cinnamon rolls were such a hit that they wanted to order another pan as soon as possible.”
“They smell good whenever you’re making them. My staff kept asking what my chef was cooking up this time. Had to disappoint them and tell them it wasn’t anything for the vineyard.”
