Page 59 of Falling For You

My head would have smacked the cement of the barn if he hadn’t caught me.

“Owen,” I said as my mind tried to catch up with what just happened, “what is wrong with me?”

He chuckled and traced his fingers along my chin. “I was just wondering the same thing.”

I laughed as he helped me up, and the farmer rushed over to see if I was okay.

Right when I assured himthat I was, I tripped over my feet again but caught myself.

Owen’s eyes widened with shock. “Are you okay? Like seriously.”

I groaned, covering my face with my hands. “Oh, my God. This is so embarrassing.”

His lip twitched to hold back laughter.

“Are you trying to stop yourself from laughing?” I teased. “At me?”

Owen couldn’t hold it in anymore, and full-bellied laughter echoed through the barn.

“You know what it is?” I joked.

“I couldn’t even begin to guess.”

“I usually get tongue-tied and awkward with people, but not so much with you anymore.” I grinned. “Instead, I’m just a clumsy mess. I’ve traded one for the other.”

Owen grinned and shook his head, taking a piece of straw from my hair and letting it fall to the ground. “I don’t mind as long as I’m always here to catch you.”

I chuckled and shook my head. “That has to be one of the most romantic things I’ve ever heard.”

“Well, it’s true.” He grinned. “I mean, you’re a walking disaster.”

I rolled my eyes. “You’re impossible. You just ruined the moment.”

“But you love it,” he shot back.

He rested an arm around my shoulders as we returned to the wagon.

When we climbed back on, I couldn’t help but glance at Owen. The familiar flutter in my chest returned, and I wondered if this had a chance.

There was something about him that made me feel lighter and freer.

The tractor rumbled back to life as we bounced along the field.

Owen reached over, laced his fingers with mine, and gently squeezed me before pulling me close.

“What’s that all about?” I teased.

Owen shrugged. His green eyes warmed as he looked at me.

“I’m just making sure you don’t fall off.”

I laughed, shaking my head. “As if. What makes you think that would happen?”

He chuckled. “Just a hunch.”

“I think I’ve gotten it out of my system for the day,” I assured him.

“Maybe. But I’m not taking any chances.”

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