Page 32 of Forever with the Farmer's Daughter
Samantha’s breath catches as my lips caress her cheek. “Good night, Cameron.”
Samantha
Agentle breeze blows thewindchimes into motion, filling the air with soft music as I sit on the front porch waiting for Cameron to arrive. My cell phone rings, and I see Christine’s name displayed on the screen. I smile as I answer the call.
“Hey you. I figured you be on a plane by now.”
“No, the team has a bye week, so Warren and I are having a much-needed date night.”
“Good for you. I hope he’s taking you somewhere swanky.” The imagine of Christine in a little black dress, perfectly coifed hair, and makeup to rival a supermodel comes to mind.
“You’re going to laugh when I tell you. We are going to a food truck rally.”
Her answer surprises me, but only slightly. “Actually, considering what a foodie you are, it sounds perfect.”
Christine giggles. “Right? I don’t know why we haven’t done it before. Enough about that. How are things going with Cameron?”
My finger traces the wood grain on the arm of the rocking chair I’m sitting in. “All right, I guess. He’s on his way over to pick me up. Aubrey passed her boards to practice law in Alabama and decided we needed to have a cook-out to celebrate.”
The dishes rattling in the background are replaced by silence. “Wait, what do you mean, all right you guess? Talk to me, Sam.”
I let out a heavy sigh and lean my head back against the rocker. “Since our first date we’ve been spending a lot of time together. The past few weeks he’s had dinner with us more days than not. After dinner the two of us will either take a walk or sit on the porch holding hands and talking. But for some reason, he’s yet to kiss me.”
“Really?”
I can hear the disbelief in Christine’s voice. “Yes! I can’t figure out what’s holding him back. I mean, I thought he was interested, maybe I’m reading him all wrong.”
“You told him about Alan, right?”
“Yes, but I…”
“Stay with me for a minute and listen. Maybe Cameron is just taking it slow, giving you time to make sure you’re ready for a new relationship.”
“You think?”
“I do. I also think there’s a question you need to ask yourself. Are you ready to move things along with Cam? If the answer is yes, then let him know. There’s no rule saying you can’t make the first move. Cam’s one of the good ones, Samantha. Take a chance; you deserve to be happy and loved.”
The sound of crunching gravel catches my attention as an unfamiliar truck comes into view. The truck comes to a stop and Cameron emerges from the cab giving me a wave. A smile overtakes my face. “Christine, Cameron just pulled up, I’ll call you tomorrow.”
“Remember what I said, Sam. Say hello to everyone for me and have fun tonight.”
My focus never leaves Cameron as he makes his way up the porch steps. “I will. Love you, bye.”
I set my phone on the table as my eyes do a slow crawl up his massive frame. Cowboy boots, faded denim jeans, and a University of Alabama T-shirt that outlines every muscle and makes my mouth water. He grins at my blatant perusal and his hazel eyes light with amusement. “Hi.”
I stand as he steps up in front of me. “Hi, yourself. New shirt?”
He runs one large hand over his stomach, making the outline of each abdominal muscle appear. “Yeah, Aunt Jane figured I needed a new Bama shirt before football season started.”
“It looks good on you.”
“Thanks.” He reaches out for my hand and then leans in close to my ear. “You look beautiful tonight.” His lips linger on my cheek and my breathing accelerates at the intoxicating scent of his cologne.
I sigh and internally shake off my disappointment as I whisper, “Thank you.”
It takes me a moment to regain my composure after having him so close. I lean to the left and cast my eyes to the truck he arrived in. “Is that your old truck?”
Cameron chuckles as he cast a glance over his shoulder, before turning his attention back to me. “It is. It took me a little while to get her cleaned up and running like I wanted.”
