The Hummingbird’s Mate by Laura Greenwood

Author:Laura Greenwood [Greenwood, Laura]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-01-15T10:15:23+00:00

Chapter Seven

Baxter

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Baxter spread out the picnic blanket and unloaded all the different tubs and packets he'd bought on it. Normally, he'd have made a lot of it himself, but without any real warning, that hadn't been possible and the deli counter had to do. He hoped she wouldn't mind. This was more about the two of them spending some time together anyway.

He checked his tomato plant, satisfied that there was at least one tomato ready to be plucked off and eaten. He wanted to share the whole process with her so she could taste it straight off the vine and see why it was better than the ones she'd bought in the supermarket. Not that he thought there was any competition, but she was really the one who had to decide that.

Boots crunched on the gravel of the path closest to him and he turned to see Jenna walked towards him in a bright red dress that fit so tightly that it left nothing to the imagination. He was going to struggle not to stare at her all evening.

Then again, he supposed he had more or less asked her on a date, even if they hadn't officially decided to call it that yet. From his limited experience of going on dates with women, he'd say that her dress suggested she thought it was a date, and that was something he could get on board with.

"You look beautiful," he said once she'd reached him.

A small smile spread over her lips and she looked away, her dark hair falling over her face in a move that looked as if it came straight out of a movie.

"Thank you," she responded. "You don't look too bad yourself."

He was about to wave away the compliment when he realised that he'd made an extra effort in his own appearance too. He'd even scrubbed extra hard under his nails, though he still feared it hadn't been enough to get them properly clean.

"Why don't we take a seat," he suggested. "I have some cushions too." He grabbed them from the pile of things he'd prepared and handed one to her.

"They're a great idea. I always feel like picnics are lacking some comforts like these," she said, placing it on the blanket and sitting down to lean against it.

"Me too."

"Do you mind if I take my shoes off?" she asked. "There's something about blankets that makes it feel wrong to have them on."

"Of course, whatever you want to feel comfortable," he assured her.

She opened her handbag and pulled out a pair of socks before kicking off her shoes and replacing them.

"Is there a reason you brought socks to a picnic?"

She shrugged. "I don't know where you stand on feet, and I don't want my feet to get cold. I like to be prepared for everything, if I can be."

"It's a good quality to have."

"And sometimes it's frustrating, particularly when it means having to carry around a bag that's heavier than it has to be," she admitted.

"I can imagine.

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