the pockets of his jeans, tugging them down to reveal an extra inch or two of stunningly flat abs. “Yup.”
He was trying to rile her. The bastard was actually trying to get her to fight with him. Why disappoint him? “You can’t tell me what to do.” She barely kept a straight face. “You’re not the boss of me.”
As the initial shock wore off, Kiley’s answer was obvious. Of course she’d marry him. She’d find a position closer to the farm. Maybe she’d get lucky and be able to telecommute or she could teach some courses at the local community college. There were details to work out, but that’s all they were…details.
That crooked grin of his beamed on her like sunshine. “God . I love you, Kiley.”
“I love you , too.”
“So maybe you could stop tormenting me and make me the luckiest man I know.”
Once the truth started rolling out, Kiley couldn’t stop it. “I hate the chickens.”
He laughed. “I know. My Ma does , too. I’m pretty sure that’s why they had me. We could have ourselves a couple a rug rats to deal with them.” He winked. “Until then, I’ll do it.”
“I won’t be a lot of help on the farm. I love it here, but I’ll still want to work somewhere else.” Her heart pounded viciously, painfully. Was Cole looking for a farming wife?
Cole cradled the side of her face. “I don’t need help with the farm, Kiley. I need you.”
“I need you , too.”
He leaned down to give her a sweet kiss. “Marry me?”
“Okay.” She moved to kiss him, but he grasped her shoulders and held her a few inches away.
“Okay? What happened to all those fancy words of yours? I asked you to be my wife, and all I get is ‘okay’?”
“I was going to give you a kiss , too.”
He grinned. “Just a kiss?” He reached for her.
“Not in the kitchen!” Kiley giggled and darted out of his grasp.
“Then you better get your cute little self out of my kitchen.”
“I thought it was going to be our kitchen.” She faked right and then snuck under his left arm into the living room.
Catching her and pulling her on to the couch beside him, Cole shook his head. “Not until I get you in a ring.”
His hands snuck under her shirt again.
She laughed and gestured between them. “But we can do this, even without a ring?”
“Don’t underestimate us; we can more than do this. We rule this. We bring this to a whole new level.”
And he thought he wasn’t any good with words.
About the Author
Ana lives just outside Washington DC with her very supportive husband and three rather demanding cats. She loves the ocean, Indian food, Ikea, and cooking. Ana admits to watching too much television and she swears that someday she’s going to learn how to play the guitar resting on the bookshelf in her office .
He was trying to rile her. The bastard was actually trying to get her to fight with him. Why disappoint him? “You can’t tell me what to do.” She barely kept a straight face. “You’re not the boss of me.”
As the initial shock wore off, Kiley’s answer was obvious. Of course she’d marry him. She’d find a position closer to the farm. Maybe she’d get lucky and be able to telecommute or she could teach some courses at the local community college. There were details to work out, but that’s all they were…details.
That crooked grin of his beamed on her like sunshine. “God . I love you, Kiley.”
“I love you , too.”
“So maybe you could stop tormenting me and make me the luckiest man I know.”
Once the truth started rolling out, Kiley couldn’t stop it. “I hate the chickens.”
He laughed. “I know. My Ma does , too. I’m pretty sure that’s why they had me. We could have ourselves a couple a rug rats to deal with them.” He winked. “Until then, I’ll do it.”
“I won’t be a lot of help on the farm. I love it here, but I’ll still want to work somewhere else.” Her heart pounded viciously, painfully. Was Cole looking for a farming wife?
Cole cradled the side of her face. “I don’t need help with the farm, Kiley. I need you.”
“I need you , too.”
He leaned down to give her a sweet kiss. “Marry me?”
“Okay.” She moved to kiss him, but he grasped her shoulders and held her a few inches away.
“Okay? What happened to all those fancy words of yours? I asked you to be my wife, and all I get is ‘okay’?”
“I was going to give you a kiss , too.”
He grinned. “Just a kiss?” He reached for her.
“Not in the kitchen!” Kiley giggled and darted out of his grasp.
“Then you better get your cute little self out of my kitchen.”
“I thought it was going to be our kitchen.” She faked right and then snuck under his left arm into the living room.
Catching her and pulling her on to the couch beside him, Cole shook his head. “Not until I get you in a ring.”
His hands snuck under her shirt again.
She laughed and gestured between them. “But we can do this, even without a ring?”
“Don’t underestimate us; we can more than do this. We rule this. We bring this to a whole new level.”
And he thought he wasn’t any good with words.
About the Author
Ana lives just outside Washington DC with her very supportive husband and three rather demanding cats. She loves the ocean, Indian food, Ikea, and cooking. Ana admits to watching too much television and she swears that someday she’s going to learn how to play the guitar resting on the bookshelf in her office .
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