Page 27 of Mustang Summer

Still, she needed a few seconds to gather herself.Her lips tingled and her body sang where he had been touching her.

The engine still idled and whatever it was, was even larger than a pickup.She trailed Brock out into the sun and squinted and shaded her eyes.The summer heat seeped in to replace Brock’s touch.It wasn’t the same, but helped preserve the moment.

A large red tractor jumped to life and the driver—her heart sank.Dillon Walker.He waved at Brock as he maneuvered the beast around to hook up to a wide rack of…she had no clue.The rack was formed in a U, but must lay out flat once they were in the field.

Round cylinders made up the back end of the red beast with wheels taller than she was.Sprayers.Of course.They must contain pesticide or fertilizer, or whatever farmers treated their crops with.

When Dillon spotted her, the whole operation stopped.She steeled herself for a showdown.His gaze went from her Mustang to Brock.Her mechanic was heading to the sprayers to help hook them up.

Even enclosed in the cab of the tractor that had to be eight feet off the ground, it was obvious as Dillon’s jaw clenched and he shook his head.

Well, that was a cold splash of water.

What was she doing crushing on Brock Walker?Her brother had committed a serious crime against his family.What did she think would happen?That his family would welcome her in and encourage them to start dating?Brock dropped her like she was hot as soon as Dillon arrived.Not even athanks babe.

The tractor was between her and her car, so she made a wide swath around it.

She was about to open the door when she heard her name.She spun around and jumped.

Brock was behind her, his hand on the car frame.“Where are you going?”

“I’ve gotta go, Brock.”

“Will I see you again?”

Her heart leapt.He hadn’t discarded her.Yet, he’d acted like they hadn’t been interrupted doing anything as soon as Dillon arrived.

“Would it do any good for us to see each other?Your cousins hate me.”

“Why would they hate you?”

“I’m Jesse’s sister.And I was in your barn so I could ogle your collection.”There.She admitted it.The dog got his bone.How would he react?

He frowned.“Why didn’t you say that in the first place?”

“You mean when you tackled me and called the cops?”

He nodded, like yes, exactly that.

Apparently, sarcasm was lost on this guy.“I thought I would get in trouble.I mean, look who’s my brother.”

“But you like Mustangs.”

Huh.She’d confessed and he was good with it and had moved on?That easily?She was liking how he operated more and more.“I do, and I don’t get to work on them like I’d like to.”

“Next time you’re in town, come over.”

Pure joy could’ve rivaled the sun.His offer sounded better than any date she’d been on.

She glanced over her shoulder where Dillon waited in the tractor and watched them, his look disapproving.

“Tell your family that Jesse is my half-brother, so I have no claim on the land.”

“You wouldn’t have a claim anyway.”

Again, stated like a fact.God, he was blunt.

“Whatever.Good-bye, Brock.”

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