Wild Heart by Autumn Archer & Britney Bell

Author:Autumn Archer & Britney Bell [Archer, Autumn & Bell, Britney]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-03-12T16:00:00+00:00

SUMMER

This is the only gluten-free loaf of bread I could find.

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My heart swells. Do not faint. I can’t fathom this. It looks divine, beating the red apple I merely nibbled for breakfast.

I’m overwhelmed by his thoughtfulness and drooling at the springy middle when I hack off a slice with a bread knife. A smile teases my lips when I daydream about his return this afternoon, all sweaty and solid and manly - he won’t stand a chance when my arms wrap around his neck and I jump into his arms. Maybe I should bake some cookies to show my gratitude. I’ve never made anything remotely cookie like - except in school when I baked a sponge cake and used salt instead of honey.

Having toasted a slice of yummy bread and enjoyed a coffee blended with my now favorite oat milk, I set to work on cleaning the house. I quickly research the main steps and put all my knowledge to good practice. By the time I look at the clock, I realize I’ve been mopping, polishing and rearranging for hours. Hayden still hasn’t shown his handsome face.

I take a break from cleaning because it turns out that it’s hard work with long hours and little reward. My eyes squint when sunlight hits and I wander outside. A red truck pulls up alongside the horse barn, and then I see him. I feel like my feet have lifted off the wooden slats as I stand on tiptoes and clutch my heart. Hayden jumps out of the driver’s seat and Hank emerges from the other side of the cab. He doesn’t look over, even though I’m willing him too.

He wears pale denim jeans and a black tee. From a distance I can tell his muscles are flexed and his shoulders are strong like an ox as he effortlessly tosses a bale of hay onto the flatbed at the rear of his truck. This is my chance to thank him and remind him of our kiss.

Breathing in bursts, I prance across the yard. The closer I get, the more my pulse leaps. Suddenly, green eyes flick up. “Summer.” He nods his hatted head and glances at Hank.

“Hi, Hank.” I smile politely. “Can I get you two a cold drink?”

Hank rests his hands on his lower back and stretches. “I’d sure love a bottle of water. We have time to stop for a minute.”

Hayden doesn’t respond. His gloved hands curl around the twine tied to the hay, and his eyes stay lowered. “Sure.”

“How about something to eat?” I suggest.

“We’ve already eaten, sweetheart,” Hank replies.

I turn away, feeling a little lost in Hayden’s coldness. My feet hit the hard ground. Running back to the house, I grab two bottles of water and dash outside. When I approach the pair again, Hank accepts the bottle and swaggers into the barn for shade. Hayden rounds the truck and sits on a bail. “Thanks.” He takes the water from my hand, but his eyes stay hidden beneath his hat.

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