Page 15 of Pumpkin Patch Cutie
My cheeks heated with a blush.
“I’ll have to buy you flowers all the time if you keep being cute like that,” he teased.
“Huh?”
He chuckled. “You’re blushing. I love how it looks on you.”
Oh, damn.
“Shall we?” he asked.
I nodded, burying my face in the flowers.
He smiled and settled his hand at the small of my back, making sure I was safe getting into the truck. Then we were on our way.
I stared at the flowers in my lap in an attempt to keep from staring at Dom. Part of me still couldn’t believe that I was there with him, and I worried I’d scare him away if I started acting weird.
“Did you have a good week?” he asked as he stopped at a light.
I glanced over and smiled. “I did. You?”
He returned the smile. “Yes, but it’s even better now. I’ve been looking forward to tonight since we parted on Sunday.”
How was this alpha able to turn me into a blushing mess? “Me too.”
He reached over as the truck started moving again and took my hand. “I’m glad.”
“Really?”
“Of course. It means you wanted to see me as much as I wanted to see you.”
My heart fluttered with elation. The admission that he wanted to see me was so straightforward. There were no guessing games, just him owning his feelings.
He pulled into the parking lot at my favorite Mexican restaurant, and I smiled when I remembered talking about it on the phone a few nights prior, though the call hadn’t been about our date.
It was minor, but it was proof that he’d listened to me.
Conversation was natural as we ate, flowing from one topic to another as we learned about each other. It felt more like we were catching up after a day of work, not two almost-strangers trying to figure out if we’d work together.
Then dinner was over, and it was time to head to the pumpkin patch so we could go through the haunted maze. A little thrill went through me. While I liked scary things, I had a tendency to react to jump-scares. It meant that I could spend a lot of time in his arms, and I couldn’t wait.
“So how did you hire actors for the haunted maze?” I asked as he headed towards the pumpkin patch.
“My uncle works with a high school theater program,” he explained. “The students get to use the existing props, or make their own. They decide who will play what parts, get to practice makeup and lighting, and are the actors. It doesn’t count as class credit, but they do get paid.”
“So it’s all kids there?”
He chuckled. “For the most part. A few members of the regular staff will be dressed up, but will act as guides.”
I smiled. “It sounds like a good experience.”
“I think so too, and the kids seem to be excited. Apparently they’ve worked together long enough that it’s something they look forward to each year.”
“Can you blame them? It does sound fun, getting paid to dress up and scare people.”
He chuckled. “You have a point.”
I rested my hand in the space between us, and blushed when he placed his on top.
