I lick my lips. His gaze darts to my mouth, and my cheeks heat. “I’ve always wanted this farm to beat out Dancing Trails across the road. For my parking lot to be filled, while theirs is dwindling. For people to see that piggycorns are what I’ve always known—that they are the perfect companion pet. Sweet, loyal, smart. They’re like dogs, except cuter, cuddlier, with big personalities and a curiosity that makes my heart swell.” And it does. There’s no better feeling in the world than having a piggycorn sit beside me and put its chin on my lap. “They are kind, gentle creatures that don’t get the credit they deserve.”
A smile lifts one side of his mouth. It’s a nice mouth. One that’s begging to have lips brushed against it.
Wait. Where did that come from?
“That’s what I want for your farm, too. If you let me help you, if you will put your trust in me, I will work day and night to save this place and turn it into every dream you’ve ever wanted.”
Cristina mumbles, “Is it getting hot in here?”
I have no idea what she’s talking about, but Pane Maddox is magnetic. He’s all supercharged positive ions and I’m negative, drawn to him. His speech not only ignites a fire in my gut, but it also starts a fire in my panties.
He leans in one more inch. “I will win your farm back for you.”
I believe him. Every inch of me believes this man as he stares at me with eyes as green as brilliant glass marble.
“So. What do you say?”
Before I can stop myself, I give him my answer.
