Page 132 of Tempting Promises
“When you fixed my fence and then plowed the field. I was going to chase you down and beg you to love me.”
Rowan brushes his thumb against my cheek. “You wouldn’t have had to beg at all, sweetheart, you pretty much own me.”
“That sounds terrifying,” I joke.
“It is. You’re a fucking mess.”
I laugh and then sigh, staring up into his beautiful eyes. “Now what?”
“What do you want, Charlotte?”
That’s a loaded question. I want a lot of things, one of them involves a whole lot of naked time. “I don’t know how to answer that.”
“Honestly,” Rowan says before kissing me softly.
I like that. I like how he feels against my lips. I like how he kisses me, touches me, shows up when no one else in my life has. I like it all, and I really never want to know another way of life.
“You.”
“You have me.”
I lift up on my toes, kissing him this time. “In my bed.”
“That will absolutely be happening, but I meant with the farm, love.”
I really don’t know what I want because nothing has ever felt possible. Faye, again, offered to pay off the debts and I would just re-pay her, but that felt like a really bad idea. She’s my best friend in the world, and I don’t want to owe her anything. I want to just enjoy the love, laughter, and sisterhood that we’ve built.
The bank basically laughed at me.
The only thing in the last few days I was able to get some good news on was my truck. Donny said he was able to work on it and he’d have it to me today. He said he found some kind of program through a historical foundation to repair it at no further cost than I’ve paid already.
Which makes me wonder . . .
“Did you pay for my truck to be fixed?”
Rowan tilts his head. “Yes.”
“Rowan . . .”
“Charlotte, don’t start when you’re finally being nice to me again. Listen, Donny owed me a favor, so I called it in. You needed the damn truck to work so you weren’t walking or begging for a damn ride all the tim?—”
“I wasn’t going to chastise you!” I cut him off before he can go further. “I was going to say thank you.”
I mean, at some point I was. I probably would’ve started off with the complaining. I am who I am.
“Sure you weren’t.”
“Anyway,” I say, not wanting to argue. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” Rowan kisses the tip of my nose. “Now, thoughts on the property. I have some ideas.”
That’s scary. “Ideas?”
“I told you, I can buy some of the farmland and we can become partners. You’d keep the house, and I’d make sure the land around it is protected. I have another idea that might be a little less terrifying for you.”
“Let’s go inside and talk about it,” I suggest.
Rowan takes my hand in his, grabs the coffee that was on the stool, tosses it back without even tasting it, and then grins at me. “You were right, it was good coffee.”
