Page 3 of Boy Next Door at Mountain Creek Ranch
“I didn’t have a number to call,” she says to me as she walks towards us, but I noticed her give a nervous side-eyed glance at Dean. "I was on my way to pick up my nieces next door, and I thought I'd take a shot in the dark and see if you were here."
I turn to Dean and give him a subtle nod for him to leave us alone to talk in private, but he doesn’t move. So, I have to be more direct.
"Do you mind?" I ask Dean, who is watching us with an expression on his face like he can't understand what is going on here. To be honest, I don't either. But I thought my once in a decade chance to talk to her was already done. “Dean!”
“Sure. I’ll just go so you can talk to aHolloway,” he says her last name like it’s a swear word. And I guess, on this property, it is. But I’m still going to make him pay for that later.
I wait until he’s gone before I turn back to her. “What are you doing here?”
She holds up the Tupperware container and hands it to me. “A dessert for ‘a peach kind of guy.’”
I take the container from her and crack open the lid and peek inside. The scent of fresh peaches and sugar wafts out, making my mouth water. I look up at her, confused, not recognizing the treats.
“They’re peach fritters.” She smiles excitedly. “I would have been here yesterday, but the first couple of batches I tried did not work out. I had to search online for a recipe.”
I don’t know what to say. She’d spent a lot of time making these for me.
“I don’t know what to say,” I admit, and it’s the truth.
"Well, you could try one and tell me if you like it." She shrugs like it's the most obvious thing.
"Oh, right." I chuckle.
I pull the rest of the lid off, and I'm about to reach in and grab one, but I see the grease on my hands and stop.
“Let me help you,” Willow offers, understanding my hesitation.
She breaks off a piece of the peach fritter and offers it to me. I swallow hard nervously and take the piece of the soft dough. My taste buds are hit with a mix of peach, butter, cinnamon, and the sugary glaze on top.
“Oh my gosh.” I close my eyes, savoring the flavors.
“You like it?”
I laugh. “I love it.”
"Oh, good." She licks some glaze off her fingers, and the image of her mouth doing other things floods my brain, while blood floods my cock. I lower the container to cover up the growing bulge in my overalls. "I wanted to thank you again for what you did at the farmer's market."
“I’d do anything for you.” The words are out of my mouth before my brain can filter them. Her eyes widen in surprise, and something flashes on her face, but it’s gone before I can register what it is. “I mean, what I meant to say is I’d do anything to help a fellow booth owner.”
The smile on her face tells me that she knows I'm full of shit. But I like watching her tuck a strand of hair behind her ear and looking down again. I like that she reacts that way to me. Whatever it means.
"Are you two going to stand there and give each other moon eyes all day, or can we get back to work?" Dean calls from the barn door.
We both look at him and then back at each other.
"He's right. I do have a lot of work to get back to." I sigh, wanting to spend more time talking to Willow.
She looks down at the small silver watch on her wrist and looks up at me in surprise. “I have to go. I was supposed to pick up my nieces ten minutes ago.” She starts walking back towards her minivan.
“Thank you for the fritters!” I call after her.
“Anytime! You know where I work.” She chuckles and gets into her minivan.
I don’t move, watching her drive back down the drive towards the road. The crunch of gravel lets me know that Dean is walking over to me. He reaches for the container of peach fritters, but I pull it away from him before he can grab one.
“Get your own,” I tell him and close the lid.
“Are you still carrying a torch for that chick?” He asks as if this is old news.
