Page 10 of Moon Blind Hearts
I raise my brows. “The collaboration hasn’t started,” I point out. It’s really not necessary to flirt for the cam work. I can get myself prepped as needed.
“I enjoy life outside cam work,” he says. “Don’t you?”
I flinch and he doesn’t miss it. “I don’t get out much,” I reply truthfully. I have a one-year-old, and I’m on the run from my terribly powerful family. I can’t tell him that, but those are both very valid reasons for not going out to mingle with the masses.
“You should live a little,” he purrs. “Oak, Sawyer, and I are looking forward to working with you.”
My eyes flick to Sawyer again where he stands, his eyes focused mostly on my face, but like he’s staring at my nose rather than my eyes. Of the three, Sawyer is the most casual. He doesn’t wear a cowboy hat like the others. Instead, he’s just wearing a baseball cap. He’s dressed in jeans and boots, but his shirt looks like a t-shirt someone cut the sleeves off of to make a tank top. Of the three men, he looks like the one who lifts weights, his muscles peeking from the tank top arm holes where I can see those rib muscles only gym bros have.
I must look a little too long because Sawyer tilts his head toward me. “I can see a little,” he offers. “Before you ask.”
“Oh, I wasn’t going to?—”
“Don’t mind him,” Cash teases as he elbows Sawyer. “He’s just a little moon blind. Come on and I’ll take you to the cabin. We can look around and see what we can keep that little one out of.”
I study Sawyer for a few seconds more before I nod. “Yeah. Okay. I appreciate you having accommodation for us.”
“It’s my cabin,” Cash says. “I’ll be staying up in the main house with Oak while you’re here to make sure you have room and privacy. If there’s anything at all you need, feel free to come up that way and knock on the door.” He meets my eyes. “And I mean anything. Food, whiskey, a good night kiss, whatever you ask.”
I snort and gesture for him to show me where we’re going. “Lead the way, Casanova.”
His grin widens. “Good to know you’re not immune to my charm then,” he says, before tipping his cowboy hat to me and heading in the direction of this cabin we’ll be staying in.
Damn it if the little tip of his black cowboy hat doesn’t add to his fucking charm.
Chapter 7
Jules
Watching three very different cowboys try to figure out how to put up a baby gate is probably the most amusing thing I think I’ve ever seen. Cash starts off trying to put it backwards and wondering why it isn’t working like the instructions say.
“It’s backwards,” Oak points out, trying to reach for the gate to fix it.
“I got this,” Cash growls, swatting his hand away. “I’m a man. I can put up a baby gate.”
“Yeah, well, Mr. Man, you’re doing it wrong,” Oak grunts. “It’s literally backwards.”
Bonnie leans in closer where she’s holding Genie and laughs. “Think we should tell them they’re both wrong or just enjoy the show?”
“Enjoy the show,” I say, nodding. I’m smiling at the scene, mostly because it’s kind of ridiculous to argue about something as simple as a baby gate across the basement steps, but I’m at least enjoying myself.
Ivy grins. “Boy, am I enjoying the show,” she laughs, openly ogling the three men. Bonnie and I have been more discrete. Leave it to her to be straight out with it.
The “cabin” they’d brought us to isn’t so much a cabin as a mini mansion. I expected a log cabin or something like that. This isn’t that. It’s a four-bedroom, open concept house done up in what I can only call a gothic architecture style. Stonework on the outside makes it perfect for the fall weather, gargoyle statues and all. Instead, the walls are rich and dark, a variety of dark colors between rooms such as black, maroon, and emerald green. Apparently, Cash’s aesthetic doesn’t just pertain to his wardrobe. It’s his whole personality, and I really like that. A man who has style and passions? Sign me up.
What that also means, however, is that there are at least a million and one things that Genie can break in here. I’ve slowly been going around and placing anything that looks breakable higher up so she can’t destroy anything. Though Cash has assured me everything can be replaced if something is broken, I’d rather not have Genie make a mess of what look like priceless statues. Especially since she’s really in the destruction and accident phase right now.
Sawyer stands next to me, his face pointed toward the commotion coming from the baby gate. He’d tried to help at first, but both Cash and Oak had gestured for him to come keep me, Bonnie, and Ivy company.
“They’re always like this,” he says to me, shaking his head. “You get used to it.”
“Yeah?” I say, looking up at him. He’s handsome, that’s for sure. Sawyer looks like a Greek statue in a baseball hat which is a strange mixture. “You don’t join in on the arguments?”
“Not usually,” he chuckles. “I mostly keep to the farm stuff and show up when it’s my turn to film.”
“So, this is an actual farm, too?” I ask, surprised. “I thought it was just a front.”
“Oh, no. We’re a full-fledged dairy farm,” Sawyer replies. “A small one, but still successful. We have a herd of about five hundred milking cows. We also make artisan cheese. That’s usually my schtick. I really like cheese.”
