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excited tone in her voice made a different type of desire shoot through him. The desire to make her happy.
Oh yeah, there was hope. Levi Spencer was going to make someone else happy, dammit. A guy who wanted to do that couldn’t have a cold, black soul.
It was dark gray at worst.
“Definitely,” he told her.
“And can we bake cookies?”
“Of course.”
“Tonight?”
He opened his mouth to give another enthusiastic affirmation but then realized what she’d said. “Tonight?”
He’d kind of hoped to take the quilt in the guest room for a spin tonight.
She nodded, grinning up at him in a way that made him want to buy her a puppy or something while at the same time made him want to run his hand up under her skirt.
Damn, that was weird.
Sweet and sexy at the same time? Happy and horny together?
That had to be the concussion.
“It’s almost ten at night,” he said.
“Is there a bad time for Christmas cookies?” she asked.
He opened his mouth again but could say nothing other than, “No, there’s not.” Because that was the God’s honest truth.
Besides, watching her bake was in no way going to diminish his desire for her. He’d always been easily influenced by food. He’d had a huge crush on their cook from age six to age fourteen when she’d left them. He could barely remember what she looked like, but he could still taste her macaroni and cheese.
The women he dated had no idea how to cook or bake, nor would any of them go within a hundred yards of a cookie.
Ten minutes later, they pulled up in front of Joe and Phoebe’s. Joe’s F150 pickup definitely made the roads and that driveway easier to navigate. Levi had put his rental car in the garage to keep any snow flurries or sleet off of it and resigned himself to driving the truck at least until Joe and Phoebe got back.
Hailey looked from the house to him and back. “I thought we were going to make out in the truck?”
He was going to get sugar in the truck and in the kitchen?
Oh, yeah, best Christmas ever for sure.
Kate had been disappointed when Tucker pulled up in front of Phoebe’s. She wasn’t ready to go in and end the night already. But things were definitely looking up when he reached over, grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his lap.
She didn’t know why, but there was something about the truck that made her feel like getting dirty. Not actually dirty, but dirty with a guy who got dirty for a living. She knew Tucker was a farmer, and that meant he knew a lot of stuff she had hardly a clue about.
The men she dated drove sports cars and stayed in shape by going to the gym and called other people to fix things that broke.
Tucker was a guy’s guy. He drove a truck that he actually used for work. His hands got dirty. He used his muscles to lift things and carry things and throw things. Of course, she wasn’t completely clear on what those things were, but she imagined there were hay bales and buckets and barrels of…stuff. Stuff that she was also fuzzy on. Oh, and tools. She was sure he had tools and things and that he fixed stuff. Engines and tires and…other stuff.
Okay, so most of her knowledge about life on the farm was from television and movies. She was an environmental engineer and a number of her colleagues worked in soil and water in the Midwest, but her specialty was climate change and the oceans. She’d never been to Nebraska before this trip.
The bottom line was, Tucker could use his hands in ways other men she knew could not, and she was very interested in him using those hands on her.
Sitting on his lap again was nice. Even with the multiple layers of clothing between them. Which she hadn’t really thought about. She was not willing to take too many off. She was still cold from sitting in the square and wasn’t sure she’d ever have feeling back in her toes. She wouldn’t have traded it though. The time sitting in the square had felt…magical. That was a fanciful word to use. Heck, it was a
Oh yeah, there was hope. Levi Spencer was going to make someone else happy, dammit. A guy who wanted to do that couldn’t have a cold, black soul.
It was dark gray at worst.
“Definitely,” he told her.
“And can we bake cookies?”
“Of course.”
“Tonight?”
He opened his mouth to give another enthusiastic affirmation but then realized what she’d said. “Tonight?”
He’d kind of hoped to take the quilt in the guest room for a spin tonight.
She nodded, grinning up at him in a way that made him want to buy her a puppy or something while at the same time made him want to run his hand up under her skirt.
Damn, that was weird.
Sweet and sexy at the same time? Happy and horny together?
That had to be the concussion.
“It’s almost ten at night,” he said.
“Is there a bad time for Christmas cookies?” she asked.
He opened his mouth again but could say nothing other than, “No, there’s not.” Because that was the God’s honest truth.
Besides, watching her bake was in no way going to diminish his desire for her. He’d always been easily influenced by food. He’d had a huge crush on their cook from age six to age fourteen when she’d left them. He could barely remember what she looked like, but he could still taste her macaroni and cheese.
The women he dated had no idea how to cook or bake, nor would any of them go within a hundred yards of a cookie.
Ten minutes later, they pulled up in front of Joe and Phoebe’s. Joe’s F150 pickup definitely made the roads and that driveway easier to navigate. Levi had put his rental car in the garage to keep any snow flurries or sleet off of it and resigned himself to driving the truck at least until Joe and Phoebe got back.
Hailey looked from the house to him and back. “I thought we were going to make out in the truck?”
He was going to get sugar in the truck and in the kitchen?
Oh, yeah, best Christmas ever for sure.
Kate had been disappointed when Tucker pulled up in front of Phoebe’s. She wasn’t ready to go in and end the night already. But things were definitely looking up when he reached over, grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his lap.
She didn’t know why, but there was something about the truck that made her feel like getting dirty. Not actually dirty, but dirty with a guy who got dirty for a living. She knew Tucker was a farmer, and that meant he knew a lot of stuff she had hardly a clue about.
The men she dated drove sports cars and stayed in shape by going to the gym and called other people to fix things that broke.
Tucker was a guy’s guy. He drove a truck that he actually used for work. His hands got dirty. He used his muscles to lift things and carry things and throw things. Of course, she wasn’t completely clear on what those things were, but she imagined there were hay bales and buckets and barrels of…stuff. Stuff that she was also fuzzy on. Oh, and tools. She was sure he had tools and things and that he fixed stuff. Engines and tires and…other stuff.
Okay, so most of her knowledge about life on the farm was from television and movies. She was an environmental engineer and a number of her colleagues worked in soil and water in the Midwest, but her specialty was climate change and the oceans. She’d never been to Nebraska before this trip.
The bottom line was, Tucker could use his hands in ways other men she knew could not, and she was very interested in him using those hands on her.
Sitting on his lap again was nice. Even with the multiple layers of clothing between them. Which she hadn’t really thought about. She was not willing to take too many off. She was still cold from sitting in the square and wasn’t sure she’d ever have feeling back in her toes. She wouldn’t have traded it though. The time sitting in the square had felt…magical. That was a fanciful word to use. Heck, it was a
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