Page 21 of Falling For You

“No.” I shook my head. “I mean in my town.”

“Your town?”

I nodded with a frown. “Yes, my town.”

Owen didn’t say anything, and I nodded in annoyance. “Still not going to tell me.”

“I told you that I would tell you soon.”

“Soon is not now,” I reminded him. “And I want to know now.”

I walked over to my purse, unplugged my phone, and pushed it into my bag.

“I’ll go to coffee with you, but I’ll drive myself. I have errands to run after.”

A smile surfaced on his full lips, and I ripped my gaze away. Somehow, it looked like I’d made him the happiest man in the world, and all I did was say I’d let him buy me some coffee.

I stood in the middle of my cabin for a second, trying to reconcile how he could be so grumpy and annoying on one hand while being so cute, sweet, and pleasant on the other.

He leaned against the doorframe and watched me dash around my cabin, grabbing a hair band, tablet, lip gloss, and a magazine.

“You know you can have a head start. I’m parked behind the house, and you have to hike back to the lodge to get your truck.” I shrugged, feeling like a flittering Wisconsin mosquito, trying not to forget anything. “I’ll just meet you at the coffee shop.”

“Shouldn’t I tell you which one?”

My eyes lifted in surprise. “There’s only one.”

“Oh, right.” He nodded. “On the main street.”

“Yup.” I smiled. “Unless you plan on opening up another one.”

A funny look crossed his features, and he spun around as if he wanted to hide whatever popped into his mind.

I scowled after him and shook my head, trying to remember where I put my grocery list.

“I’ll see you there,” I told him as he closed the door behind him and descended a few steps.

After lifting every pillow, going up and down the ladder countless times, and looking under every magazine, I finally found my list tucked in my purse from yesterday.

How organized of me.

I chuckled and let out a happy sigh as I glanced at the sunflowers.

Something was perplexing about Owen. He was good-looking and could produce good conversations when he wasn’t being a reserved elitist.

I stopped. Was that what I thought of him?

Thinking back to the llama and sheep incident and how he grew up on a ranch made me think twice about who he presented himself as the first time compared to the second.

“Whatever,” I mumbled to myself.

He was only here for a while, and I already had too much on my plate. I needed to figure out what I wanted to do with the rest of my life.

With that, I pulled my keys off the hook near the door and wandered outside. The moment I stepped into the cold, the heavenly smells of woodsmoke and earthy scents wrapped around me. The first frost would be here before I knew it, followed by the first snowstorm.

The thought actually excited me.

I walked around my house to the driveway and climbed into my small SUV.

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