Page 62 of The Pumpkin Spice Romance
“Where’s your camera?” Noah asked.
Scarlett didn’t answer.
When she walked past him, a hand shot out to grasp her wrist and twirl her in a circle to face him.
His raised eyebrow indicated he wondered something.
“Yes?”
“Did you hear me?” he questioned, grinning at her while shaking his head.
“No.”
He chuckled at her flat response.
“I was just asking, where’s your camera?” he repeated.
She had been so focused on deciding how best to place the last two strands of twinkle lights that she hadn’t realized he’d spoken to her.
“Why?”
“You need it.”
“What for?”
“To take a picture.”
“Of what?”
“The sky.”
“Why?”
“Just trust me.”
Scarlett debated her options: keep working or do as he asked? Working was easier, but trusting Noah was more tempting.
Noahhimselftempted her the most.
He never took flirting too far. Yet. . .nor did he hide the fact that he enjoyed being with her.
He hadn’t tried anything. But he found reasons to hold her hand in assistance, brush her arm with his when they passed one another, or pull a twig from her hair when they’d been stringing up lights.
Scarlett enjoyed being with Noah, too. She’d grown quite fond of his quiet confidence and his ever-present smile. And his touch — yes, she liked the warm, gentle caress of his touch, too, innocent as it had been.
She found his contentment contagious; a sense of peace and happiness accompanied Noah wherever he went. Scarlett basked in his attention and reveled in the way she felt when they were together.
How bizarre, considering she’d known Noah for all of one day.
But it had been a busy day, and they’d spent every waking moment of it together. . .with Noah moving square hay bales while Scarlett supervised their placement, then tackling tasks side by side, like rummaging bins and tubs and boxes, meeting with the church’s youth group members, and sorting through the pumpkin and flower invoices to see what the festival committee had ordered for the big event.
They’d earned a break.
“Okay,” Scarlett acquiesced. “I put both cameras back in your truck after we tested the lighting earlier.”
“Perfect. Let’s go,” Noah said, reaching for her hand.
She hesitated.
