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“Now?”
“Now, I’m in a better place. But the farm is the love of my life right now. You?”
“Why aren’t I married?”
He tapped her ring finger, sending a warm shiver through her.
“I don’t have much time for relationships right now.”
“You ever plan on making the time?” Carter’s thumb skimmed the skin of her palm.
“Someday. You?”
He gave a one-shoulder shrug. “Someday.” He was staring at her, holding her in his steely gaze.
Summer sighed and withdrew her hand.What was she doing?He was the subject of an article — a smart, sexy, hot one, at that — not a potential date.
“Comin’ at ya, Pierce.”
A woman with silvery dreadlocks slid a steaming pizza onto the table. Summer leaned back against the booth. “Tray’s hot. Watch out.”
“Thanks, Bobby.”
She looked pointedly at Summer until Carter caught her drift. “Bobby, this is Summer. She’s writing an article about the farm.”
“Nice to meet you, Summer,” Bobby said, offering a strong hand.
“It’s great to meet you, Bobby. This smells amazing.”
“That’s the fresh herbs in the sauce from some hippie’s organic farm.” She clapped Carter on the shoulder. “Speaking of, don’t be late with Thursday’s delivery. We’re already running low.”
“If you need something early, let me know. I can have Beckett bring it out.”
“Appreciate that,” Bobby nodded. She turned her attention back to Summer. “A writer, huh?”
“Editor actually,” Summer said, sliding a slice onto her plate.
“Too bad. Your mom would be over the moon if this was a date,” she winked at Carter. “How long are you in town, Summer?”
“A week.”
Bobby harrumphed. “A week is plenty of time for romance. Speaking of, it’s nice to see your mom out and about with her new beau. I ran into them at the winery in Coopersville last weekend when I was visiting my sister. Anyway, I’ll grab your salads.”
Summer caught the fierce look that Bobby missed on Carter’s face. “So, I take it that was news to you?”
“God damn Blue Moon busybodies.” Carter frowned fiercely. He yanked his phone out of his jeans and fired off a text.
Summer dropped a slice onto his plate. She had a feeling the Pierce family’s peace and quiet was in for a shake-up.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Summer woke disoriented in the dark to the sounds of a scuffle.
It took her a moment to remember where she was. Carter’s house. Blue Moon Bend. After dinner the night before, she had posted a blog and started organizing her interview notes for the article before exhaustion forced her into bed at the pathetic hour of 9 p.m. No wonder she was confused.
Another thud from downstairs sounded. That was most definitely the sound of a body hitting the floor.
She yanked on a cardigan over her tank top and boxers and scurried down the stairs. Her trembling fingers found the light switch just inside the front door. She flipped it on and flooded the foyer with light.
