blow up things.”
Jada laughed. “Figures. My male cousins insist that a video game isn’t a game if you can’t blow up something. I still say the racing games are the best.”
As they moved down the cucumber rows, she realized they had more in common than she originally thought. It wasn’t until he started talking about fishing and some of his favorite hiking trails that their differences became apparent.
Jada couldn’t remember the last time she laughed and held a regular conversation with a guy. Such a simple thing was standing out to her as something that should have been the norm. Most of the men she dated talked about their work, or the latest deal they had closed. But Zack was different. So far, they had talked about everything from family to favorite vacation spots.
Jada opened her mouth to complain about the sun beating down on her neck, but she kept her mouth closed. It was okay to complain around her family, they knew her, but she didn’t want to come across as a complainer to Zack. She wasn’t sure why his opinion of her mattered, especially since she had no intention of going out with him again, but it did.
There were only a few people working in their row, but she did notice a man in the next aisle who kept staring at them.
“Do you know that guy over there?” Jada asked nodding toward the man in the tan Indiana Jones hat. “He looks as if he’s trying to get your attention.”
Zack sighed. “I’m trying to ignore him,” he said without looking over to see who she was referring to. “I agreed to autograph his football before I leave today. He’s probably making sure I don’t duck out without following through.”
“Wow, you can’t even hide out in a vegetable field without your fans finding you, huh?”
He turned to look at her, his eyes shielded by slick aviator sunglasses. The corner of his lip tilted up in a grin. “Yeah, no matter where I go they seem to find me. But this is the first time in a long time that a fan has spotted me out here. I guess not too many of them volunteer on farms.” Jada didn’t miss the sarcasm dripping from each word and assumed he didn’t like the attention.
“I take it this guy is not a regular volunteer.” She tossed a couple of cucumbers into the basket and slipped off her gloves and then her sunglasses. She dabbed at the sweat on her nose and under her eyes with the back of her wrist. Normally she didn’t walk out of the house without her makeup being applied perfectly, but she was pretty sure her efforts had been in vain considering how much she’d been wiping her face.
“His wife is a regular. I guess she told him that I volunteered here sometime.”
“So have you ever refused a person an autograph?”
“A couple of times.” He added a few cucumbers to one basket that was overflowing, and dropped the rest into hers. “I think there are appropriate times and places for autographs. I don’t like it when someone interrupts me while I’m on a date or eating, to ask for an autograph. If I’m just hanging out with the guys at a bar or something like that, then it’s not as big of a deal.”
Personally, Jada enjoyed attention but had a feeling the type of attention he drew would get old real quick.
“Here, let me swap out your full basket for this empty one. I’m going to start taking these containers to the drop off spot. I’ll be right back.” He removed his sunglasses and let them hang from his neck.
“Okay.” Jada stood but before she could say anything else, she staggered to the side, her head feeling a little loopy.
“Whoa.” Zack dropped the basket and caught her by the arm before she toppled over. “You okay?”
Blinking rapidly, Jada shook her head hoping to clear up the blurriness. She leaned into Zack.
“What’s wrong?” He lifted her chin with his finger, forcing her to look at him. The concern she saw in those big baby-blues made her heart flip. She didn’t know what was more attractive, his gorgeous
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