grumbled, reminding Addison that the message had been from a woman.
“Sorry again.” Suddenly feeling foolish, Addison started walking toward the parking lot.
Reid looked up, and to Addison’s surprise he fell in step beside her. “Make that four times my sister has reminded me.” He held up four fingers and sighed. “She runs an educational program for kids on our farm, and someone is having a birthday.” He chuckled. “And I am probably boring you to death with information you don’t want to know.”
Oh . . . his
sister
!
Addison felt a little surge of joy and gave him a grin. “Did you text her back?”
“The first two times. Now it’s just redundant,” he grumbled good-naturedly as they walked toward the parking lot. “So, are you in town for a visit?”
“I thought I was, but my cousin Mia wants me to open a bridal boutique and plan weddings. Oddly enough, I’m actually considering it.”
“Are you kidding me? You might be the answer to my prayers.”
“Oh . . .” Addison said, and another stab of disappointment came from out of nowhere. “So, you’re getting married?” Addison asked with false brightness as she dug inside her purse in search of her car keys. She suddenly wished Mia would hurry up, before she made a complete fool of herself. What in the world was she doing giving personal information to a stranger? What was up with getting flustered over a guy she didn’t even know—especially since she had sworn off guys, anyway?
And where in the world were her keys?
5
Unanswered Prayers
“U M . . .” REID BEGAN, BUT JUDGING BY THE SUDDEN frown on her pretty face he was quickly wearing out his welcome. Instead of introducing himself, Reid decided he should probably take a hike before she pulled mace out of the big purse she was frantically digging around in. Odd, but Reid usually avoided small talk and now he remembered why. After glancing back toward Wine and Diner, she stopped in back of a sweet red Mustang convertible with California plates. Taking in the details, he now noticed her designer bag and that she’d slipped a pair of Gucci sunglasses over her big brown eyes. And although she was casually dressed in jeans and a lightweight lavender sweater, her watch looked expensive and she wore a diamond tennis bracelet that glittered in the sunshine.
Great
. . . She probably really wasn’t interested in talking to a country boy like him, anyway. Feeling foolish followed by a little bit irritated, he took a step backward. “Um, I should get going. Good luck with, you know . . . everything.”
She glanced up and flipped her shiny black hair over her shoulder. She was really pretty, and Reid found himself wondering about her family heritage.
“So, when is the wedding?”
Wait . . . huh?
“Wedding? What wedding?”
“Your wedding.” She pushed her sunglasses up higher on her nose and waited for his answer. “Isn’t that why I’m the answer to your prayers?” She tilted her head slightly and the breeze played with her hair, making it caress her face.
Reid looked at her while trying to form an answer, but all he could think about was that the answer to his prayers would be to reach over and brush the hair from her face . . . pull her into his arms and kiss her.
Kiss her? What in the hell was coming over him? Maybe he was spending too much time in the sun.
Luckily a honking horn startled him back into thinking somewhat straight, but he took another step backward so that she was out of reach, just to play it safe. “No, I’m not getting married.” Reid shook his head as if the very idea was ludicrous. “I value my independence way too much,” he added, but then realized he was once again giving her more information than she probably wanted to know. He cleared his throat and tried to sound businesslike. “No, my sister has this wild idea to turn one of our old barns into a reception hall and host weddings on our farm, beginning with her own.”
“Sorry again.” Suddenly feeling foolish, Addison started walking toward the parking lot.
Reid looked up, and to Addison’s surprise he fell in step beside her. “Make that four times my sister has reminded me.” He held up four fingers and sighed. “She runs an educational program for kids on our farm, and someone is having a birthday.” He chuckled. “And I am probably boring you to death with information you don’t want to know.”
Oh . . . his
sister
!
Addison felt a little surge of joy and gave him a grin. “Did you text her back?”
“The first two times. Now it’s just redundant,” he grumbled good-naturedly as they walked toward the parking lot. “So, are you in town for a visit?”
“I thought I was, but my cousin Mia wants me to open a bridal boutique and plan weddings. Oddly enough, I’m actually considering it.”
“Are you kidding me? You might be the answer to my prayers.”
“Oh . . .” Addison said, and another stab of disappointment came from out of nowhere. “So, you’re getting married?” Addison asked with false brightness as she dug inside her purse in search of her car keys. She suddenly wished Mia would hurry up, before she made a complete fool of herself. What in the world was she doing giving personal information to a stranger? What was up with getting flustered over a guy she didn’t even know—especially since she had sworn off guys, anyway?
And where in the world were her keys?
5
Unanswered Prayers
“U M . . .” REID BEGAN, BUT JUDGING BY THE SUDDEN frown on her pretty face he was quickly wearing out his welcome. Instead of introducing himself, Reid decided he should probably take a hike before she pulled mace out of the big purse she was frantically digging around in. Odd, but Reid usually avoided small talk and now he remembered why. After glancing back toward Wine and Diner, she stopped in back of a sweet red Mustang convertible with California plates. Taking in the details, he now noticed her designer bag and that she’d slipped a pair of Gucci sunglasses over her big brown eyes. And although she was casually dressed in jeans and a lightweight lavender sweater, her watch looked expensive and she wore a diamond tennis bracelet that glittered in the sunshine.
Great
. . . She probably really wasn’t interested in talking to a country boy like him, anyway. Feeling foolish followed by a little bit irritated, he took a step backward. “Um, I should get going. Good luck with, you know . . . everything.”
She glanced up and flipped her shiny black hair over her shoulder. She was really pretty, and Reid found himself wondering about her family heritage.
“So, when is the wedding?”
Wait . . . huh?
“Wedding? What wedding?”
“Your wedding.” She pushed her sunglasses up higher on her nose and waited for his answer. “Isn’t that why I’m the answer to your prayers?” She tilted her head slightly and the breeze played with her hair, making it caress her face.
Reid looked at her while trying to form an answer, but all he could think about was that the answer to his prayers would be to reach over and brush the hair from her face . . . pull her into his arms and kiss her.
Kiss her? What in the hell was coming over him? Maybe he was spending too much time in the sun.
Luckily a honking horn startled him back into thinking somewhat straight, but he took another step backward so that she was out of reach, just to play it safe. “No, I’m not getting married.” Reid shook his head as if the very idea was ludicrous. “I value my independence way too much,” he added, but then realized he was once again giving her more information than she probably wanted to know. He cleared his throat and tried to sound businesslike. “No, my sister has this wild idea to turn one of our old barns into a reception hall and host weddings on our farm, beginning with her own.”
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