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She wasn’t brave enough to ask him to clarify. There was no need to go deeper than they already had. This was only the beginning, and they had all the time in the world to continue exploring their connection.
Lydia rose on her toes and gave him another kiss. Slow and languid. In that kiss, she wanted to show him how much she appreciated him and what he was to her. Never before in her life could she remember being this happy.
Her hand found his, and she tugged him to follow her. “How about we go for a walk?”
“I’d follow you to the ends of the earth.”
She laughed. “You’re ridiculous sometimes.” Glancing at him out of the corner of her eye, she grinned. “Sometimes the cheesiest person I know.”
“You like cheese.”
“And you know this how?”
“Didn’t you say you liked fondue?”
Lydia bumped her shoulder into him. “See? This is what I’m talking about. I’m beginning to wonder if that’s the reason why I haven’t seen you dating anyone.”
“Why, because I noticed you like cheese?”
She laughed. “No, because you’re so full of cheese no one else can stomach you.”
He tugged her to a stop, shock written all over his face. He was terrible at hiding his offense, though. All it’d take was one well-placed teasing comment, and he’d be laughing right along with her.
She patted his cheek. “It’s okay. Because you’re right.” Then she winked. “I love fondue. Chocolate. Cheese. All that creamy goodness. Pretty hard to resist.”
As expected, his smile returned. “So you say I’m impossible to resist, huh?”
With that, they were both chuckling, much to the concern of others currently wandering the streets of town.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Chet wiped the sweat from his brow and glanced over toward Jason. “What do you think?”
His friend leaned against the post, arms folded. He gave a dip of his chin. “I think you’re making good progress. How much longer until you can saddle her?”
A chuckle rumbled out of Chet as he strode over to him. “Since when do we rush things? You know as well as I do that sometimes these horses just need understanding and time.”
Jason cut him a look but didn’t answer.
“You not telling me something?”
The only sign that Chet had it right was the curve at the corner of Jason’s lips.
“Ah, okay. Your lips are sealed. Must be some client for you to be willing to go against your own rules.”
“I’m not going against my rules. Not once did I ask you to rush. I merely asked what the timeline would be.”
He snickered and turned as a familiar truck drove up the road. Without a doubt, in no time Lydia would come bounding toward him, throw her arms around his neck, tease him about being sweaty, but kiss him anyway.
Chet might not have known her long, but he knew her well. Even if he didn’t, he’d be able to tell that she was genuinely happy. He’d like to think he had a hand in that.
“You’re completely whipped,” Jason murmured.
Stiffening, Chet dragged his gaze from the truck to glance at his friend. “What?” he scoffed.
“It’s okay.” Jason pursed his lips to the side. “I mean, it’s a little weird because she’s my sister.” His smile returned even if it was smaller. “But I can tell how much you guys care about each other. All I want is for her to be happy.”
“And you think I make her happy?”
