“While you were what?”
“While I was… getting things started at the distillery. It’s still such a pain in the ass over there. We’ve got these redneckscausing trouble from the bar down the way, and we’re not making as much money as we’d hoped. I’ve got my dad’s old whiskey recipes I’m hoping will do the trick, but,” he shakes his head, “I don’t know. Gotta get my brothers to buy into it.”
“You have other very successful distilleries.” I narrow my brows as I try and reassure him. “You must be doing something right. I’m sure things will pick up.”
I don’t get the feeling he agrees, though he nods as the steam from his coffee mug rises. God, the man is gorgeous. I have no idea how he’s still single. Most women are shopping for exactly what he’s offering.
Wide shoulders.
Thick biceps.
A head full of salt and pepper hair.
The cabin in the woods.
The field of purple lavender blowing in the breeze.
The field of lavender?
The field of lavender!
I widen my gaze and lean into the window, wondering if maybe my eyes are playing tricks. Why is there a field of lavender?
I glance up at Silas, then back at the field again, wondering if maybe I’m still dreaming. If I am, that explains a lot.
“It’s an experiment.” He takes a bite of bacon and nods toward my plate. “You better eat. It’s getting cold.”
“An experiment?”
He nods, and his eyes drop, like suddenly he’s aware of himself. “When we had our little moment on the porch and you left, I… I missed you.”
“So, you planted lavender?”
He glances back up, his gaze warmer now. “I know you weren’t mine, but it felt like you belonged to me, so I planted the flowers you wanted. It was stupid, and it’s no big deal.”
My jaw drops open as I stare at Silas, the only man that’s ever really understood me.
He drags his hand over his face. “It’s nothing. Eat your food.”
“It’s not nothing.” I smile, bubbling over with a fullness I can’t explain as I stand from the table and step toward him, sliding onto his lap. “It’s everything, actually. Will you take me out there tonight? Can we have a picnic in the field?”
The ghost of a grin pulls at the corner of his mouth before he shuts it down with a hard swallow. “We’ll see.”
I shake my head and straddle his lap, my hands on either side of his face. “You came all over my tits last night, and now you’re really going to pretend you’re in control again this morning?”
His big hands wrap around my waist as he pulls me in and growls. “You’re trouble.”
“Yup,” I nod slowly and lean into his lips as I grind against his lap, “and you love it!”
“That’s the problem,” he groans, his lips touching mine as his cock grows hard against his thigh. “You give me an inch and I’m probably going to go a mile.”
“I want you to go a mile,” I whine playfully as I grind my bare pussy against the hard, denim lump in his jeans. “I want you to go as far as you can.”
“And then what?” he groans as he glances out toward the field. “You leave and I’m left here planting flowers like a lonely fuck? We can’t go back to that place we were in. It was hell for me. You’re all I thought about.”
My body is tingling, and my intuition tells me that he never stopped thinking about me, not for a single day. I know I didn’t stop thinking about him. Then again, maybe he’s tempted by me because I’m off-limits, but his real-life type is a womanhis own age with a steady job and conversations about politics, world injustices, or whatever else mature people talk about.
I mean, I did strip down and tease the hell out of him. Then again, he planted an entire field of flowers, so he did think of me at one point. That means something, even if it’s scary to admit.
