Page 46 of Beau Pair
Beau’s head snaps back to look at me.
“You’re a farmer too?” he says.
I laugh. No one’s called me that in years.
“Well,I’mnot a farmer. But my parents were. Why? Don’t I look the part?”
“Umm… well, yeah, no. I don’t know. I always assumed you came from money,” he says.
“No. I grew up on a farm, like you. And when I went to college, I realized I was good with money, so I invested what little I’d saved and bought a share. The rest is history.”
“Wow,” Beau says. “I never would have guessed.”
I turn to look at him, and he has that sexy smile that shows no teeth but makes his face so damn squeezable.
“I like that we have that in common,” he says.
“You do?” I ask.
He nods. “More reasons for my mama to like you.”
His mama? Why would I ever meet his mama? Unless he introduces all his hookups to his mom, which I have a hard time believing.
Or maybe he doesn’t see us as just a hookup.
And I like the sound of that.
