Working at the Farmhouse

“Everything okay?” Kyler asked. His eyes flicked to my chest—or rather, the box of tampons and cereal in my arms.

 

“You’ve got something—” The picture-perfect brunette in her skimpy tube top with toned arms, perfect skin, and delicate makeup indicated her own cheek, flicking up and down with her finger. 

 

Heat barraged my face. The ice cream scoop had struck my face as it had fallen—and I’d completely forgotten. Mortified, I lifted a hand to my cheek to wipe the glob of ice cream away, only to lose my hold on the items in my arms. 

 

Both boxes slammed to the floor. 

 

“Hang on, now,” Kyler said, striding quickly around the counter. 

 

“Oh, no, it’s okay—”

 

“I got it,” Kyler said. 

 

“No, don’t—”

 

Ever the gentleman he always was, he bent for the cereal and . . . yep. My box of tampons. 

 

He paused only long enough to stare at the box and for color to patch on his handsome cheeks before he rose to his notably impressive full height. 

 

Had he gotten taller?

 

Heat strung from his body. And my body was reacting to it. It was like I had cracklers on the end of every one of my nerve endings and he was pure fire, sparking every single one of them, making each one explode the closer he drew. 

 

“Here,” he said, setting the boxes on the counter in front of the ice cream. 

And then before I could equate anything at all—like sensing that this side of the counter was colder because of the chill coming from the freezers where the ice cream was stored, or the sound of Neon Moon playing on the speakers overhead, or the fact that my nose’s job was to draw in air and bring it to my lungs—he reached for my cheek.

 

The molecules in the air slammed on the brakes. What sounded like, “I—ee—uhhh,” escaped my lips as his thumb stroked my skin and wiped away the glob of ice cream.

 

Someone call an ambulance. My heart just stopped beating. 

 

“Looks like you got a little something there,” he said. And then he lowered his voice and added, “Sneaking back for a free sample again, Cammie?” with twinkling eyes. 

 

Twinkling, I tell you. Twinkling! How could he still look at me like that?

 

Coming home always came with the possibility of bumping into him. I knew he’d moved to Nashville, but I couldn’t help it—I’d been hoping to see him again. To tell him the truth about what had happened that day four years ago.

 

Maybe pick up where we left off. 

 

But I never thought our reunion would happen while he was dating someone else . . . or with a national audience. 

 

Find out what happens next in WORKING AT THE FARMHOUSE!

 

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MAIN TROPES:

 

☑️ Second Chance

☑️ Small Town

☑️ Cowboy Brothers

☑️ Dating on Reality TV

☑️ Redemption