We each grabbed some hot cider and a donut, but I turned to look at him.
“I never would have guessed.”
“Oh, yeah. I can make a mean casserole, too. Why does that surprise you?” He cocked his head slightly as I took a bite of thedonut.
I shrugged. “You seem like a takeout guy.”
He nodded and sighed. “Recently, yeah. I’d say that’s been my life.”
“By recently, you mean the last decade?”
Owen laughed and nodded. “At least.”
“I don’t know. It just seems like you had such a good life in Wyoming. I don’t know why you’d leave.”
He chuckled. “The same could be said about you and Buttercup Lake.”
I smiled and took a bite of thedonut. “True.”
He shook the donut in front of him and closed his eyes. “These are really good.”
I quickly kissed his lips without thinking twice, feeling some of the cinnamon sugar against mine.
“Even better now.”
I chuckled as we wandered around the barn that had been converted into an event space.
Twinkle lights in an arch in the corner caught my attention.
“This must be where people sayI do.” I grinned, glancing at him as he polished off his donut.
“Violet, we just met,” he teased.
I playfully smacked him and chuckled. “You wish.”
“Maybe you’re right.”
The farmer announced the tractor was starting up again.
I glanced up at Owen, who was studying me like I was the most beautiful woman in the world.
I looked away, blushing. A poster for the upcoming charity auction caught my eye. Apparently, the event was being held here.
Good to know.
Feeling extra cocky, I spun around to squeeze him.
Instead, my shoe caught in a twinkle light cord.
My eyes widened as I felt the cord tighten. My feet danced in the wrong direction.
But instead of tumbling forward toward the lights, I shrieked, stepped on the back of my heel, and flew backward.
Owen dove to catch me.
I crashed with a thud, but it was a soft landing.
For a moment, everything was still as I lay in Owen’s arms, blinking up at the barn’s ceiling.