Page 44 of Don't Fall for the Billionaire
“Why can’t we just get one kind? What’s wrong with these apples here?” he asked.
I stopped dead in my tracks. Ashton stopped, turned, and looked at me.
“What?”
“You can’t put any old apples in apple pies. They have to be the right ones. The perfect blend of tart and sweet.”
“Well, I’ve never made an apple pie before, so how do I know that?”
“You don’t. Hence the reason you shouldn’t talk.” I smirked.
As we walked through the orchard, stepping on small apples that had fallen from the trees, Ashton lifted Eloise to pick the apples that were higher up. Taking my phone from my purse, I snapped several pictures of them.
“Let’s get a selfie next to this apple tree,” I said.
Ashton held Eloise, walked over, and stood beside me while I snapped our picture.
“I think that’s enough apples for now. Let’s head to the pumpkin patch.” I grinned.
“Yay! The pumpkins!” Eloise jumped up and down.
Eloise skipped between Ashton and me as we headed toward the pumpkin patch. I inhaled a breath because I couldn’t ignore the flutter in my chest. Being here, out of the city, I noticed Ashton was more relaxed than I’d ever seen him, making me once again realize how dangerously easy it was becoming for me to fall even harder for him.
After loading some beautiful pumpkins onto the cart, we headed inside one of the buildings where the smell of freshly baked donuts filtered through the air.
“This peach pie looks good,” Ashton said. “I think I’ll buy one.” He picked up the box with the pie in it, and I smacked his hand.
“What?” He looked at me.
“What is wrong with you? If you want a peach pie, I’ll make you one.”
“But I want one now.”
“There’s a crate of peaches over there.” I pointed. “We’ll buy some, and I’ll make you a pie when we get home. Although we may have to stop at the grocery store first to get other ingredients.”
“But this one is already made, and I can have a piece when we get home,” he said.
“Look. They sell single slices. Buy a slice to have when we get home, and I’ll still make you one, and you can tell me which one is better.” I smirked.
He picked up the plastic container with one slice of peach pie, and as I walked away, I rolled my eyes.
After making our purchases, we loaded up the Range Rover and headed back to the city.
“Can I help you make the pie?” Eloise asked from the back seat.
“You bet.” I turned and smiled.
I stepped on the stairs of the porch and directed Ashton on where to place the pumpkins.
“Ah, it’s perfect.” I grinned. “What do you think?” I asked Eloise.
“I love it. I love pumpkins and fall!”
“That’s my girl.” I hugged her.
While Eloise and I began to make a peach pie, Ashton grabbed a fork and sat at the island with his slice of a not-so-great-looking pie.
“How is it?” I asked.
