Return to Sapphire Falls for Christmas!!
This holiday novella will take you back to the little town you fell in love with this summer for a whole new season!
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Sapphire Falls book three
A chicken crossed the road in front of her.
Presumably to get to the other side. There didn’t seem to be any other reason.
Not that she thought she really understood why a chicken would do anything.
Lauren Davis stared at the bird as it started to peck the ground on the other side of the path. A chicken. She was in the middle of a place where chickens roamed free.
She jumped and spun.
And cows. Chickens and cows.
Technically, it was a calf. But it was roaming free. And looking up at her with big brown eyes.
She did not like cows.
“No,” she told it. “I don’t know what you’re asking, but, no.”
It continued to stare up at her with what she would have described as either affection…or predatory intent.
Lauren gave it a frown and propped her hands on her hips. “No.”
The calf moved forward and bumped its head against her leg.
So maybe it was affection. It didn’t matter. She did not like cows.
“Listen, where I work, you’re food. You might want to keep that in mind.” She took a step back. The calf followed her.
She wasn’t sure what it was about cows that she didn’t like, but she didn’t. It wasn’t a fear or a phobia exactly. But they were big lumbering things. That didn’t smell very good. And that attracted flies. And that turned into steaks.
She was a part of an organization that had a mission to feed the poor, specifically by teaching them to farm. Her company, Innovative Agricultural Solutions, specialized in crops, but they also partnered with a group that provided livestock. Sometimes that meant chickens and cows for egg and milk production, but sometimes it was for their meat.
That freaked Lauren out. In her mind, the food she liked was completely separate from the animals they supplied to the villages. She worked hard to keep it that way. It was silly but necessary. She wouldn’t make it long as a vegetarian.
“Stop it,” she admonished the calf. “I can’t look at you and think about filet mignon at the same time. That’s creepy. And I like filet mignon so don’t think you’re going to talk me out of that. Just knock it off.”
The calf stretched its neck and lapped at the hem of her skirt. Its tongue grazed the skin at the side of her knee and she shuddered.
“I don’t think so.” She stepped back again.
The calf took a step forward, took a hold of the edge of the skirt and sucked on it.
“No fucking way.” She pulled the material from the thing’s mouth.
“Forget it,” Lauren said. “You can’t suck on my skirt. I draw the line there. And we can’t be friends. Go find your mom or something.”
It just blinked its big eyes at her.
“Whatever.” She was leaving. What the hell she was doing in the midst of chickens and cows, she didn’t know. This was Sapphire Falls and it was the annual town festival—most of both of those things didn’t make sense to her.’’
She turned her back on the calf…and ran directly into a hard chest.
And something cold and wet.
“Ah!” She jumped back and shook her hands free of the icy liquid that cascaded down the front of her. It soaked into her shirt and froze her skin.
It was a warm June afternoon so she was quickly more concerned about the fact that the liquid was purple.
On her white shirt. Because of course it was.
She looked up into the grinning face of the man whose grape slushy had just soaked her.
Travis Bennett. Because of course it was.
She sighed. Mud, cornstalks, manure…she’d had all of that on her at various times in Sapphire Falls, and Travis Bennett was always the cause.
“Why am I always getting dirty when you’re around?” she demanded, grasping the front of her blouse and pulling the wet stickiness away from her stomach.
He chuckled—the bastard. And it was a low rumbling sound that made her realize her nipples weren’t perky just because of the cold slushy all over them. The bastard.
“Oh, darlin’, that ain’t dirty.”
No apology, no reaching for a napkin, no sheepish look. All she got was darlin’ and the word ain’t. In a drawl that was like fingernails on a chalkboard. Oh, and a big fat cocky grin.
“I’m soaking wet!”
His grin pulled up more on one side. “Now that I have some theories about.”
Lauren narrowed her eyes and planted a hand on one hip. “Theories about what exactly?” She knew where he was going with this, but she wanted him to say it so she could shoot him down. Like every other time he’d made any kind of sexual innuendo.
“You being soaking wet when I’m around.”
She gestured to her clothes. “Clearly, you need carnival food to get me wet, Farmer Boy.”
“No kiddin’. I woulda pegged you for a fancy schmancy wine-and-caviar girl.”
Liquor actually. She loved a good martini.
“But hey, a girl who likes meat on a stick and funnel cakes is my kinda lady.”
Meat on a stick. Yeah, right. Though funnel cakes weren’t horrible. They involved powdered sugar after all.
She blew out an exasperated breath. Travis talked like a hick. Why did she want to put her hand down the front of the blue jeans that had been covered in who-knew-what in the course of the years he’d owned them?
Travis was a farmer. A small-town farmer. A small-town farmer who had never traveled outside of the county in which he’d been born—and his father had been born and his grandfather had been born. She knew the type. Too well. She’d been surrounded by the type, involved with the type, in love with the type, until she’d escaped to the city. Where she’d found real life. Real culture. Real coffee.
And it didn’t matter what city. She loved them all. Traffic, people, action…life. And not a cornfield or haystack for miles.
She was a city snob, small-town-phobic. She knew it. She owned it.
And no good-looking, suntanned, slow-talking, cheap-beer-guzzling small-town farmer was going to change her opinion.
“Clearly, the slushy needs to be applied externally for it to get me wet,” she told the cheap-beer-guzzling small-town farmer she wanted to lick from head to toe. In a cornfield.
She hated him.
“You city chicks are into some weird stuff,” Travis said. “But darlin’, I’ll apply anything you want anywhere you want.”
Stupid tingles all over her body.
She put on an unaffected expression. “And I suppose it would be some sexy setup like the bed of your truck with mosquitos buzzing around and maybe some straw poking me in the ass while we’re at it?”
He gave her a slow grin. “You, me, the bed of my truck…I’ll put twenty bucks on soaking wet in five minutes.”
The bed of his truck. Of course.
But it wouldn’t take five minutes and he knew it. Somehow.
She was hard to read. She worked at being hard to read. She’d practiced it for years. And yet this guy…
Either he was really insightful—she almost snorted out loud at that—or he was really, really full of himself.
Lauren looked him up and down, from his well-worn seed-corn cap to the brilliant blue eyes, past the day’s growth of scruff on his chin, the red wrinkled T-shirt and the worn-and-washed-over-and-over blue jeans all the way to the scuffed work boots.
He was really, really full of himself.
She reached into her purse, pulled out a fifty and handed it to him. “It’s pretty clear you need this way more than I do. I’d feel so bad taking that twenty off of you.”
Travis grinned, took the fifty and tucked it into his jeans. “I don’t care what they say, Dr. D. You’re not all bad.”
She wanted to smack him.
She hated when he acted like he didn’t care a bit what she thought of him. She had yet—in the almost two years of running into him on and off in Sapphire Falls—to really feel like she’d gotten the best of him.
And she also hated when he called her Dr. D.
And said stuff like, “I don’t care what they say.” They who? What did they say?
“Well, you can tone down the country-boy charm, because I don’t do farmers.”
His grin hadn’t faded a bit. He leaned in. “Is it the penises?”
She narrowed her eyes and leaned in as well. “Actually, it’s the smell. Eau de Barnyard doesn’t really do it for me.”
But that wasn’t the problem with Travis. At all. He smelled like man and laundry that had been hung outside to dry. And sunshine. He smelled like sunshine. For God’s sake.
Travis wasn’t bothered by her comment. He chuckled. “Well, glad to know I don’t smell like all those pretty girls you usually go for.”
No, he sure didn’t. He smelled better. And that was saying something since she really liked how those girls smelled.
She wasn’t a lesbian. But she’d had relationships with women. She had embraced her bisexuality during her sophomore year of college. But on the spectrum of sexuality, she still went for men more often than women. She hadn’t been with a woman in over a year. She hadn’t been with anyone in almost seven months.
But Travis Bennett did not need to know that. He didn’t need to know anything about her sex life. Like that he was totally her type. Totally.
She loved men like Travis. Men’s men. Guys who used their hands to get things done and had muscles sculpted by hard work rather than by a gym. Men who were comfortable in their own skin without any hair products or a daily moisturizing regimen.
But country boys made her stupid.
And she was not going to live in the country. Never again.
So she steered clear. Really clear. She dated men who knew wine and theater and spa treatments. And there was nothing wrong with any of those things. She was attracted to them, she enjoyed spending time with them and they were okay in bed. Some had been better than okay. A couple had been damned good.
It still took more than a smile and a darlin’ from them to get her going though.
Which was good. She didn’t want to be falling for anyone. She had important stuff to do.
“So you could move back a few feet,” she said, giving him a little push. “Or across the sidewalk. Or across the square completely.” He always stood so damned close.
Of course, she noticed how hot and hard his chest was when she pushed him.
He chuckled again and the sound washed over her, making all the body parts she didn’t want to think about when Travis was around say, “Well, hello, Travis.”
“Aw, I’m not goin’ anywhere, darlin’,” he said in that irritatingly sexy slow way he had. “This is my town, remember? You’ll never get away from me entirely.”
It seemed to be true. She ran into him every day. All. The. Time. Of course, Sapphire Falls was a small town with only twelve hundred and six other people besides Travis. The odds were against her. Especially when she figured in the facts that there were only two places in town with coffee, and she and Travis were both devoted morning-coffee drinkers, that there was only one bank, one post office and one gas station—and they both used all of those places regularly—and that Travis was one of the farmers working with Lauren’s company, Innovative Agricultural Solutions, also known as IAS. They were bound to run into each other. Like it or not.
“You could at least try to keep your stuff off of me.”
He grinned at that. “You mean my stuff that’s making you wet and sticky?”
She really didn’t like him. Or the way he got to her.
“Well, I’m nothin’ if not a gentleman,” he said.
And he stripped off his T-shirt.
He handed it to her. “You can use this to dry off.”
She was vaguely aware of a scattering of gasps and a wolf whistle from the people wandering through the square, but there was no way she was going to glance at any of them. Not when she had this view. Her mouth never went dry when seeing a man’s chest for the first time. Then again, it had been a long time since she’d seen a chest like Travis’s. Toned, tanned and completely lickable.
Muscles rippled under smooth skin with just the right amount of light hair dusted over defined pecs. It trailed down between the ridges of his abs and dove into his waistband. There was a tattoo that curved from the top of his shoulder down over the biceps that she attempted not to stare at. It was an elaborate letter B, she assumed for Bennett, that bunched and stretched as he moved his arm.
And speaking of arms…he didn’t even have a farmer’s tan.
Her synapses stopped sending lick-him, lick-him signals and finally switched over to quit standing here like an idiot.
She dragged her gaze from his chest to his face. She gave him a little half smile. Then she began unbuttoning.
She was gratified to see his gaze riveted on her fingers as her shirt parted. She shrugged out of it—briefly noting more gasps and an ego-stroking, “Holy shit,” of appreciation—and handed it to Travis. He didn’t take it. He was too busy studying the white lace she’d revealed.
“Thanks, Farmer Boy.” She draped her shirt over his arm and pulled his T-shirt on. “I’m completely dry now, thanks to you.”
His shirt was warm. And smelled like fricking sunshine.
It was big on her. The bottom hung past her butt and the sleeves fell to her elbows.
Still enjoying his stunned expression, she tied a knot in the bottom of the shirt to keep it at her waist.
His gaze roamed over her and she cursed the tingles again.
“White lace and chicken poop,” Travis said thoughtfully. He shrugged. “I don’t get it, but I’m sure you know more about this fashion stuff than I do.”
He pointed at her right shoe.
No, please, not my Jimmy Choos. She looked down with trepidation. But sure enough, there was a glop of something on the toe of her right shoe. She wasn’t sure she’d ever seen chicken poop up close, but she trusted Travis in this. She was grateful the shoes weren’t open-toed.
The man had distracted her to the point of not noticing an animal pooping on her shoe?
She looked from side to side, trying to locate the culprit. She loved chicken marsala. And cordon bleu. And fajitas. But there were at least six chickens and over a dozen chicks running around on the grass. “What the hell is going on here? Chickens and cows just running loose all over the square?”
“They’ll be corralled in a minute. They’re putting the fence up now.” He pointed toward the cluster of trees in the north corner of the town square.
There were three men and two little girls putting up a temporary fence, setting out hay bales, and feed and water buckets.
“Petting zoo,” Travis filled in.
A petting zoo. Full of barn animals.
“And they just let the animals wander while they set up?” Lauren looked at her shoe again. How was she going to get chicken poop off of it? And would she really ever want to wear it again once she did?
“Someone will catch them and shoo them back in that direction.” As he spoke, he flapped her shirt at two of the chickens, sending them running in a northerly direction.
“What if someone wanted to steal one?” Lauren asked. She couldn’t just wipe her shoe on the grass. She could use her shirt, she supposed. It was stained with grape syrup and ruined anyway. But it rubbed her wrong to clean chicken poop with silk.
Travis chuckled. “Everyone around here has their own chickens. And cows, rabbits, goats and sheep.”
Sure enough, all of those other animals were also present, though sticking closer to where they belonged.
“So what’s the point of a petting zoo in a town where everyone has their own animals to pet?” Lauren wanted to know. A paper napkin probably wouldn’t work. She was just not going to be able to salvage the shoes. Or her shirt. Why had she agreed to help out at her friend’s booth during the festival today? This was so not her thing.
But the scent of cotton candy hit her at the same moment a shriek of laughter came from the Ferris wheel and she sighed. This actually was kind of her thing. She was a sucker for sweet, charming little towns. And Sapphire Falls was nothing if not sweet and charming. All the damned time. Everywhere she turned. Their annual festival, their Fourth of July street dance and barbecue, their community theater production of Alice in Wonderland, their Thanksgiving reenactment—it was all sweet and charming. She freaking loved it all.
She couldn’t afford to get sucked into Small Town USA. She had important stuff to do. Stuff that took her around the world. Some of her time was spent in fancy offices and conference rooms and ballrooms with politicians and other VIPs. Some of her time was spent in the poorest, saddest, most worn-down areas of the world.
But none of it involved cotton candy and Ferris wheels.
So rather than tempt herself with the idea of turning her life upside town and buying a house with a wraparound porch and a couple of rocking chairs, she spent as little time in Sapphire Falls as possible.
If her best friend, Mason, hadn’t fallen in love with a woman who loved Sapphire Falls, Lauren would have never set foot in the quaint little town in the first place. And she wouldn’t know that their Knights of Columbus made the best pancakes she’d ever eaten or that the town’s Christmas pageant made her want to believe in Santa again.
Travis chuckled at her question about the petting zoo. “All I know is that there’s always been a petting zoo at the festival. Just like there’s always been a haunted house.”
She shook her head. She knew of the festival and the traditional haunted house, but she’d never attended. Because it just seemed wrong somehow to binge on cotton candy when there were people literally starving in other countries. “A haunted house at a summer festival is weird.”
He shrugged. “The city council talked about saving it for Halloween only, but the whole town protested.”
He gave her a wink. “Lots of good memories made inside that house at festival time.”
She could imagine what those memories consisted of. And she would guess just as many were made at Halloween too. Teenagers in the dark. That’s all anyone needed to say.
“Got it.” With a sigh, she stepped out of her shoes and hung on to them by their heels. The sidewalk was warm under her bare feet and she wondered briefly when she’d last gone barefoot.
“So, stimulating as always, Dr. D, but I’ve gotta get to the kissing booth.”
There was a kissing booth? The festival just got cuter and cuter. Dammit.
Lauren raised an eyebrow. “You’ve got to pay to get kissed? That’s sad.”
He gave her a slow grin that curled only half his mouth. “I’m in the kissing booth, baby doll. We’re gonna get the money for the new welcome sign in a couple of days.”
Baby doll? Really? And it actually made her a little tingly too. Really?
The biggest damned problem with this sweet, charming town wasn’t the cotton candy or the Pies and Ties event where everyone dressed in formal wear to eat pie—she still wasn’t sure why they did it, but it was cute—or the local band that covered John Denver and Elvis—only John Denver and Elvis—and whose youngest member was seventy-one.
The problem was the hot farmer boys.
And there were several. Whatever the mothers in Sapphire Falls fed their baby boys, it turned them into hot, charming men almost across the board. Someone should really patent it.
“Who else is in the booth?” she asked. Heck, she could contribute to the new welcome sign.
Which would probably be really, really cute.
Travis cocked an eyebrow. “Drew and Tucker during this shift. Why?”
Drew was a sweet guy who also farmed locally. He was a great dancer. She lifted a shoulder. “I’d pay a buck to kiss Drew for a good cause.”
“You’d come to the booth for Drew?”
“I didn’t say that. But if I was already there, I’d give Drew a dollar too.”
Travis indicated his naked torso. As if Lauren could have forgotten.
“I think this is gonna cost you more than a dollar, City.”
Did he seem interested? Had he leaned in slightly? Had his pupils dilated a little?
“Well, let’s put it this way,” she said, tipping her head and wetting her lips. “I might need that fifty back.”
Sapphire Falls wasn’t stupid. Manning the kissing booth with Travis and Tucker Bennett would ensure the funds in a few hours, not to mention a couple of days.
Tucker was Travis’s brother. He was equally hot and significantly nicer to Lauren. In fact, she was pretty sure Tucker had a little crush on her. And every time they flirted, it seemed to annoy Travis. Which made it even more fun.
“Might have to come up with somethin’ special for fifty,” Travis said. He definitely leaned in.
“Special,” she repeated. “I like the sound of that.”
“In fact, maybe you get to pick where you get kissed if you hand over fifty.”
She tapped her finger against her chin, pretending to ponder that…and ignoring the damned tingles. “Okay, I think I want Tucker to kiss me…on the bridge over the pond in the park.”
The park was adorable, the pond had adorable ducks, adorable weeping willows surrounded it and an adorable white wooden bridge arched over the water.
“That’s not really what I meant by where… Wait, Tuck—” Then realization dawned and he leaned back. “Okay, you got me, City.”
“It’s just that Tucker is so…” She trailed off with a sigh, as if she just couldn’t think of the right word. And she couldn’t. Tucker was a great guy. Hot. Sweet. Absolutely worthy of big money in a kissing booth. But he didn’t give her tingles like Travis did.
Which was fine. She wasn’t going near Tucker Bennett for real. Tucker was looking for a wife. To live on his farm. He probably wanted someone who would hang the laundry on the clothesline and take care of a bunch of chickens and can things. So the right word for Tucker was forbidden.
Travis pulled the fifty she’d given him from his pocket and handed it to her. “Tell you what, baby doll. You take this back. I wouldn’t feel right taking money from my sister-in-law.”
She took the money. It was her fifty dollars after all. “Maybe Tucker’s not the best choice for a kissing booth if he’s going to propose to every girl who lines up.”
Travis shook his head. “Not every girl. But you? I hear wedding bells by the time the leaves change.”
She grimaced and he laughed.
“Yeah,” he said, pointing his index finger at her nose. “You remember that.”
She slid the money into her pocket. She wasn’t going to kiss Tucker Bennett. Not even for a good cause.
She could, however, stuff herself on cotton candy and funnel cakes. Fifty bucks would go a long way in junk food.
“And I’m thinkin’ that a fifty-dollar kiss from you might just kill Drew,” Travis added.
“How sweet of you to look out for your friends,” she said dryly. But she wasn’t so sure he wasn’t right.
Drew was a nice guy, but…he was a nice guy. She, unfortunately, needed a little cocky to get her going.
“Aw gee, Dr. D, it’s what we do ’round here. So, you be nice to the chickens and cows now, ’kay? I’d better be gettin’ to my post.”
She watched him walk away in spite of herself. The view of his naked back was every bit as nice as the view from the front.
’Round. ’Kay. Gettin’. The guy dropped letters all over the place. And he said gee and aw. Why did she want to ride him in the front seat of his truck? And not ride with him in his truck. No, she very much wanted to ride him.
He’d be thinking aw gee then.
God, even the cows liked her.
Travis shook his head as he started toward the kissing booth. He’d seen Dr. D crossing the town square and had been so startled it had taken him a minute to realize she was talking to the cow that was trying to suck on her skirt.
Lauren Davis was impossible to not notice anywhere she went. She was gorgeous and haughty and always dressed to kill. But in the Sapphire Falls town square, surrounded by the festival activities that included things like a merry-go-round and little kids getting their faces painted to look like cats and princesses, she definitely stood out. When he’d seen her in the short black skirt, nearly see-through white blouse and crazy high heels that wrapped around her feet in some weird criss-cross pattern and hoisted her at least three additional inches off the ground, he’d stopped mid-stride and simply stared. Exactly as he would have if he’d suddenly come upon the most beautiful sunset of his life. Or an alien space ship.
She was as out of place as anyone could be. Who wore high heels to a carnival? Who wore high heels like that anywhere?
Lauren Davis didn’t fit in in Sapphire Falls. She was not the kind of girl who should be turning his head. But he’d made a beeline for her anyway.
And as he’d drawn closer, he’d heard her talking to the calf about filet mignon rather than acting squeamish or running away, and Travis had felt something even more worrisome than the attraction he’d felt since he’d first seen her at the edge of his cornfield—he’d felt intrigued.
“Why do you do that with her?”
Travis turned to find Tucker leaning against a tree.
Travis grinned. “Maybe I’m not acting.”
Tucker fell into step beside him, also on his way to the kissing booth. “You are. You’re saying ain’t and drawling.”
Travis shrugged. “It’s what Lauren expects.”
“She seems to distinctly hate when you say ain’t.”
“I know.” Travis loved that. “Have you ever met a woman more full of herself? She thinks she’s better than the rest of us. Especially me.”
“Why is that?”
“Because she’s from the big city where guys wear suits and ties and pronounce everything perfectly and never burp or fart.”
“Did you fart in front of her? Because lots of women don’t like that.”
Travis chuckled. “Nothing so simple. Though I’ll keep that idea in mind.”
“I think Dr. D is nice,” Tucker said. “I don’t know why you’re always irritating her.”
Travis knew that Tucker thought she was nice. Tuck liked the stuck-up city girl. Which was no good. Tucker would think he could win her over, charm her with the country life, talk her out onto the farm…because he’d never met a girl who didn’t want the life he had to offer.
But there was no way Miss Spray Tan Salon Highlights would want to live on Tucker’s one-thousand acres. She liked the word gourmet where Tucker liked homemade. She liked designer while Tucker liked practical. Wearing high-assed sexy heels to a small-town festival was anything but practical.
“Because irritating her is so easy. And fun.” Travis thought about the way Lauren’s cheeks flushed and her eyes flashed when they talked. It was fun pushing her buttons. She was polished and sophisticated. She clearly took a lot of pride in looking all put together and out of reach. She wore her stylishness like armor. No one else seemed to notice, but nothing riled her up like something messing up her clothes, shoes, hair or makeup.
Like when he’d accidentally swiped a dirty glove across her cheek, leaving a streak of mud and she’d about bitten his head off. Or when he’d accidentally caught the fancy twist in her hair with a cornstalk and her hair had fallen in sexy waves to her shoulders and she’d leveled him with a glare that would have made a less confident man’s knees shake. Or when he’d not-as-accidentally dumped a bucket of mud and manure on her shoes and she’d called him an ignorant, insensitive lumbering boor. She probably thought he didn’t know any of those words.
Some of those had truly been accidents.
The way he talked to her was completely on purpose.
She’d arrived on day one of his partnership with her company, IAS, at his field, in thigh-high red leather boots, a short black fitted skirt and enough attitude to fill his barn from floor to ceiling. Twice.
What was a simple country boy supposed to do when confronted with a prissy girl in red leather? Admire her, of course.
He’d even included a long low whistle and said, “Well, Dorothy, those aren’t quite how I imagined the ruby slippers lookin’, and this sure ain’t Oz, but I’d be happy to play the wizard and grant you a wish or two.”
That drawl and grin always worked on women.
Lauren hadn’t been amused. In fact, in the course of multiple interactions, Travis had come to the conclusion that amused was something Dr. Lauren Davis simply didn’t feel.
She’d given him a look that said, “Yeah, right,” and then proceeded to talk to him like he was a kindergartner.
He’d had her number right then.
She thought small-town farmers were dumb. They didn’t go to college because they couldn’t cut it. They didn’t do big important things because staying home and taking over Daddy’s farm was easier.
And Sapphire Falls was small because no one wanted to live here.
The vibe from her had been strong and clear. She didn’t want to be in Sapphire Falls and they needed her more than she needed them.
Everyone knew that her partner and friend, Mason Riley, was the reason their company had relocated their growing projects to Sapphire Falls. It was true that they had been successfully growing and testing various crops for years before Mason had fallen in love with Adrianne and decided to live full time in his tiny hometown. It was also true that the influx of money and people to Sapphire Falls had helped the town’s economy and had put them on the map for some significant agricultural and scientific contributions.
But Sapphire Falls had been very good to IAS. The employees were welcomed with open arms, the grocery store had started ordering things like tofu, and the Stop, the gas station/convenience store/pizza place/ice cream shop in town, had started making a spinach-and-mushroom pizza and serving chai tea.
He could take her looking at him like he wasn’t worthy, but she also disparaged his home town and insulted his friends and family by assuming they were making their lives in Sapphire Falls because they couldn’t do any better.
He didn’t put up with people looking down on the things and people he loved best about his life.
He could be in her face about it. But instead, he was biding his time.
For one, she was a diversion in a town where things were always pretty routine. Not that he minded routine. He loved it in fact. The routine and comfort were two reasons he lived here, after all. But it wasn’t bad to shake things up once in a while.
For another, the more she ticked him off—and the more times he ran into her, the more she ticked him off—the more fun it was going to be to take her down a peg. Or two. Or three.
“So you’re really okay with her thinking you’re a dumb country bumpkin?” Tucker asked.
Travis chuckled. “No.”
They stopped at the tent where the United Methodist Women were displaying their quilts and selling baked goods. They each got a bottle of water and Tucker grabbed a brownie. Travis got one too—you didn’t turn down homemade desserts in Sapphire Falls—but he handed it to Tucker as soon as they were around the corner of the tent. Travis didn’t make a habit of turning down brownies, but he’d already had a corn dog, a soft pretzel, a deep-fried Snickers bar and a grape slushy. Well, half a grape slushy.
“But you keep doing things to make her believe you’re a dumb country bumpkin,” Tucker said, refusing to drop the subject of Lauren, and Travis’s tendency to drive her nuts.
They arrived at the tiny wooden structure that was painted bright red with Kissing Booth in bold white letters across the front. Drew was already there and there was a line.
As he stepped inside for his hour-long shift, Travis glanced in the direction of the Scott’s Sweets booth where Lauren’s friend, Adrianne, was giving samples and selling her gourmet candies. There was a dunk tank, a display of handmade jewelry and a stand selling fresh-squeezed lemonade between them, but he still felt itchy with her that close.
He really wished he didn’t know that her bra was made entirely of white lace and was see-through enough that he knew what her nipples looked like. His icy drink had perked them right up—though he liked to think that he’d had a bit of an effect too—and they would have been grape flavored.
He cleared his throat and focused on Tucker again.
“For now?” his brother asked.
“I’m just waiting for the perfect chance to show her how wrong she’s been with all of her assumptions,” Travis said. He caught the T-shirt Drew tossed to him in one hand.
“You’re waiting for the perfect chance to make a fool of her,” Tucker clarified.
Travis lifted a shoulder and then pulled the T-shirt over his head. It said A hug—$1. A kiss—$2. I won’t date your daughter—$10.
“Grandma wouldn’t approve of you embarrassing a lady,” Tucker said as he pulled his own kissing-booth T-shirt on.
“Grandma wouldn’t approve of Dr. High and Mighty’s attitude either.”
Kendra Bennett was as opposite from Lauren Davis as two women could get. Kendra had farmed right beside her husband every day until the day he’d had a heart attack while harvesting their corn and died with his wife and three of his sons beside him in the dirt he’d loved his whole life.
Her fingernails got dirty, her nose got sunburned and her back ached from the manual work she did. But she did it with a smile and a sense of gratitude for honest work that could support her family, a body that could physically work for the things she needed, and the beautiful land they’d been blessed to have in the Bennett family for five generations.
Travis knew roots. He knew how to appreciate the things he had. He knew hard work.
And he wouldn’t trade any of it for anything that Lauren Davis had in that big city of hers.
“That’s probably true,” Tucker said of their grandmother. “But you can’t humiliate the good doctor.”
The thing was he probably could. But he wouldn’t. “Nah, I’ll…surprise her.”
He didn’t know how or when it would go down, but one of these days he and Lauren would be in the same place at the same time with the perfect opportunity for her to realize that she was not a bit better than him—and he’d take that opportunity.
“I figured you’d just fuck her and show her who’s best,” Tuck said and then swigged the rest of his water.
Travis’s water went down the wrong pipe.
He hacked and coughed until Tucker beat on his back and Travis could pull in a deep breath again.
“You okay, man?” Tuck asked.
He was not okay. “Why would you say that?” he demanded.
Tucker looked genuinely puzzled. “The two of you have some major heat. And she’s…hot. Really, really hot. Are you telling me you don’t want to sleep with her?”
Well, he didn’t want to want to sleep with her. If that counted.
But yeah, okay, so he spent his time around stuck-up, sophisticated Dr. Lauren Davis irritated and turned on. In equal parts.
“I don’t think sleeping with Dr. D is a good idea,” Travis said causally. At least he tried for casual.
“I don’t like her.”
Tucker just looked at him.
Travis frowned. “I don’t.”
“You don’t like the way her company has made our family farm a part of something that will guarantee our stability for the next decade and possibly the rest of our lives?”
Travis shook his head. “That’s Mason.”
“Mason is the one working with the crops,” Tucker said. “He’s the one who’s come up with what we’re doing here.”
Travis knew there was a but coming.
“But Lauren is the one making sure the reporters are putting our names in their articles too. She makes sure we get paid, and that the government folks know what’s going on out here and that we have the supplies and machines we need.”
Tucker was right.
IAS was known world-wide for their innovative farming techniques and their humanitarian efforts in some of the poorest areas in the world.
The money for those programs came from the government and charitable organizations. What paid the bills for IAS were the things they developed for the private sector in the US and other large, wealthy countries. Not all farmers were poor.
It was true that Travis often didn’t follow Mason when he explained what he was doing. Mason was a scientist. Travis was a farmer. He knew how to plant and cultivate and harvest crops. But he didn’t feel bad about not understanding Mason. The man was a genius. Literally. Something like two percent of the world was at Mason’s level of intelligence.
Then there was Lauren.
Mason was the one with the ideas for the actual seeds and the planting techniques and the soil and water adjustments they were working on. The meat and potatoes. The direct, actual product they were creating.
However, without Lauren, the whole thing would have fallen apart a long time ago. She was the brains behind their public and government relations. She didn’t do all the work herself, but she was definitely the driving force.
This was the second growing season since IAS had partnered with local farmers around Sapphire Falls and it was even better than the first. They were not only producing successful crops with Mason’s seeds, but they were getting attention from both the government and private sector in the form of grants and donations.
Multiple companies had lined up to supply everything from the latest tractors to caps and blue jeans. They had been interviewed for farming magazines, had been the subject of a documentary on PBS, and the farmers—three of whom were Bennetts—had posed for a Country Boy calendar. Including Travis.
He remembered Lauren had been at the photo shoot. And she’d seemed mildly amused that day now that he thought about it. Probably because most of the guys had been pretty shy in front of the camera. It had taken the photographer almost thirty minutes to get Drew out of his T-shirt. Lauren had seemed even more entertained when Travis had offered to be Mr. July in Drew’s place. The photographer had told him that he’d make a perfect Mr. October and that he should leave his flannel on.
Being the subject of her humor had rubbed him the wrong way. But it had been nice to see the smile.
“Okay, she’s not all bad,” he finally admitted to Tucker. “But she’s hoity-toity and doesn’t like to get dirty and bitches about the coffee around here constantly.”
Tucker shrugged. “Those hoity-toity heels look damned good on her, the coffee around here sucks, except for Adrianne’s, of course, and I’m not the only one thinking that Dr. D probably does dirty just fine.” He tossed his water bottle and two napkins into a bucket in the corner and then slapped Travis on the back. “Let’s do some kissin’.”
Travis watched his brother move in front of one of the windows and give the girls in line a big Bennett smile.
The last thing he needed to be thinking about were the high heels that always gave him hard-ons or getting Lauren dirty in any way that didn’t involve mud or manure.
But the memory of see-through white lace didn’t help. Nor did the idea of grape-flavored nipples.
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