Page 67 of Mustang Summer

An engine sounded outside, a vehicle coming down the driveway.Must be Brock’s parents.She kept working.

Someone came through the front door.“Hey, Brock?”

Josie whipped around at the strange voice.Oh god, another cousin.Her mind scanned through the names.She knew Dillon and Cash and had seen the other two.This one staring at her with his brow half cocked must be…

“Hey, Josie.Where’s Brock at?”Travis climbed the stairs instead of waiting by the door, like his curiosity propelled him.“I’m Travis, by the way.”

He wasn’t teaming with hostility like Cash.She relaxed.

“He’s working in the garage.”

“House garage or long garage?Gotta be specific around here.”

She smiled at the wryness of his question.“Long garage.”

His casual personality would’ve put her at ease if his light tone hadn’t.He was just as tall as the rest of them, a couple inches over six feet, but he wasn’t as rugged.Oh, Travis still had broad shoulders and a body filled out by manual labor, but he carried himself with less swagger than the rest.And he wore clothes that were dressier.His jeans weren’t faded or worn and his polo shirt was dressy, but it seemed like it was missing something.

“Oh hey, is that Photoshop?”His gaze lit on her computer.“That’s amazing.Are you designing something?What do you use, Illustrator?”

A pocket protector.Travis’s shirt was missing a pocket protector.Because the geek nation quality his voice took on was like a beacon to computer nerds everywhere.

“Yes,” she answered.“I had to cave and get a subscription to Creative Cloud.I need a better computer, but I make do.”

He planted himself on the chair next to her and laid his pristine hat on the table.His hair was trimmed short enough that he didn’t suffer hat head.

Travis gawked at her work.“That’s cool.What do you design?I thought Brock said you were an accountant.”

“I work as one, but no, I’m not an official accountant.”She wanted to shudder.Stuck in an office more than she had to be now?No, thanks.“I just play around with this stuff.Extra income and all that.”

If she could’ve chosen what she studied in school, then maybe she would’ve found her way to this.She had so many ideas for auto decals.

“What else do you have?”His hands twitched toward the computer.If she didn’t show him, she feared he might snatch it and run off to sift through her files.

“Here’s the three logos I’m working on.”She clicked out of her current program and into another folder.“This one is a dairy farmer, actually.He wanted to update his image and since I also live in Minnesota, he hired me.”

“Cool.An old creamery jug.Nice.Is that his dairy farm?”

“Yep.He took a ton of pics of his operation and sent them and I played around.He really liked the idea of incorporating it into the jug’s design.”

“It’s sharp.What else?”

She clicked through and pulled up the tattoo artist’s brand.“This guy did his own art, he just needed me to digitize it.”

“Smart idea to have another set of eyes see it anyway,” Travis murmured.“What else?”

Travis either had no attention span, or that brain of his worked faster than the average bear’s.She suspected the latter.It fit his image.Geeky hot farm boy.

But gear head farm boy was her type.

She burned through her inventory and he sat back with a speculative expression.

“I’m designing a game.”

Now he had her interest.“Really?”

“Yeah.”He stood and paced, talking with his hands.“It’s a farming game.I know, I know, not the cool theme in games.Anyway, I can handle the gaming graphics, but I’ve been stuck on the logo for it.”

Excitement surged.Her attention was captured.“What age group?”

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