Page 59 of Fall I Want
I swipe through the images as Zane looks over my shoulder.
“Wow,” I whisper, realizing we look like a couple. I tuck my lips inside of my mouth, losing my ability to speak, not able to ignore how goddamn gorgeous he is with his messy dark hair, bright blue eyes, and high cheekbones. He really is the man of my dreams.
“We should pick out our pumpkins before the good ones are gone,” I say, shoving my phone in my back pocket.
He turns to me. “I’ve already picked my pumpkin.”
“You better stop with that,” I playfully warn.
“Just practicing,” he says with a wink.
We enter the main path, our eyes scanning over the varying sizes strategically stacked at different heights. They range from tiny ones that would fit into my palm to some so large it would take a few people to carry them. The colors span from white to light orange to dark. His wrist rests on my shoulder and I keep my finger hooked in his belt loop as electricity floats through the air.
As we pass groups of people, I notice how they’re drawn to Zane. All six foot two of him.
“Do people always stare at you?” I ask.
“Yes,” he breathes. “Since I was a child.”
I breathe in. “I really should google you.”
“I’ll tell you anything you want to know. The truth, even if itmakes me look shitty,” he admits, removing his arm from me. He walks toward a tall pumpkin with a curled stem and knocks on the side of it.
“It has character and would be perfect for carving,” I tell him, then walk farther into the patch and stop when I find the one. It’s round, the size of a basketball.
I bend over and lift it up for him to see. “I found mine too!”
He picks up his and we meet up on the dimly lit walkway.
“I’m a champion carver,” I warn.
“How do you know I’m not?”
“Guess I’ll be the judge of that,” I say, and he grabs my pumpkin in his arm and somehow manages to carry them both. We move down the path toward the orange and black booths where we pay. No gourd leaves without a ghost sticker.
“Wait, I need a picture,” I tell him, quickly snapping one.
A smirk plays on his lips and a silent conversation streams between us.
Fuck, I hope I don’t fall in love with this man.
It would complicate our lives.
But then again, I thrive in chaos.
Chapter 14
Zane
After loading the pumpkins into the back of the Jeep, I open the door for Autumn and she climbs inside.
“You’ve got good taste,” she says, sliding her hand across the smooth leather seats with neon orange embroidery and accents.
“I think so,” I tell her as I climb in and crank the engine. I put it in reverse and we cruise the town before heading up the mountain blasting the oldies station. “Rich Girl” blares out and she laughs, singing along. Her hand is out the window and her hair blows in the breeze. Autumn is picture perfect, her laugh contagious.
“I haven’t been in a Jeep since high school,” she admits, looking in the back seat. “This one would be a lot easier to fool around in.”
I tilt my head at her. “It was like that?”
