Page 13 of Fall for You
“I’m not seeing anyone!”
He blinked, taken aback. He wasn’t sure he’d ever heard Willow raise her voice—and definitely not at him.
Her hackles fell almost as quickly as they’d risen. She blew out a sharp exhale and a blonde curl went flying. “I’m not in a relationship, okay? There’s no secret love affair going on. Happy now?”
He stared at her as she turned back to her cooking. She didn’t seem annoyed anymore, but he thought he’d caught a hint of something else…
Disappointment, maybe?
He stared hard at the side of her face, trying to figure it out.
There was something going on that she wasn’t telling him about. He was more sure of that than ever.
But he was also pretty certain it wasn’t some secret boyfriend. If anything, she’d seemed a little salty that she didn’t have a relationship.
His brows came down. Was that it? Was she bummed because she was single?
He scratched his beard. It was possible. She was young and lively—maybe she didn’t love the fact that her job kept her from having a love life.
Or…a life. Period. She worked in this kitchen morning, noon, and night.
He crossed his arms and studied her some more. “Are you working too hard? What happened to that part-time girl who was here last time? Is she?—”
“Dallas!” Bailey’s scolding tone echoed off the kitchen walls. “Leave my head chef alone.”
Willow grinned up at him. It was that mischievous little smirk she wore whenever he got in trouble with Bailey.
He saw that smile often. In response, he gave Willow his best long-suffering sigh before turning to face his twin. “Bailey. Pleasure as always.”
Her fist landed on her hip, her gaze sharp and suspicious. “What are you doing here?”
“I called last week to tell you I was coming for a long weekend?—”
“I meanthere. In the kitchen.” Bailey crossed her arms. “Bothering Willow while she’s hard at work.”
“I wasn’t?—”
He stopped short when Bailey exchanged a wordless look with Willow.
He gasped and clutched his chest. “Willow, you’ve betrayed me!”
Willow giggled, and Bailey took up a baster and wielded it like a weapon. “Let her work in peace.”
He held his hands up and backed away from his crazy twin. “Fine.”
Bailey gave him another narrow-eyed glare but finally set down the utensil and turned on her heel.
Dallas instantly trotted after her. “Where are you going?”
“To the boathouse.”
“What boathouse?” he teased. “It hasn’t been built yet.”
“It’s in the works,” she bit out.
“Right. But it’s not a thing yet. It’s weird to refer to something that doesn’t exist. That’d be like me saying?—”
“Shut it, Cowboy.”
