Page 16 of Seasoned with Love (Prosperity Ranch 4)

Surprise marked her face, but she slipped her arms into the sleeves. “Thanks, Mr. De Marco. I didn’t mean to make you come outside.”

“Call me Roman.” He turned to the delivery guys—there were two of them now. One must have been sitting in the passenger seat. “I’ll open the garage door, and you can bring the boxes into the pantry.”

He typed in the code, then turned to see Cara lifting a box. “Oh, no you don’t. You go on ahead and show these guys where to put your stuff. I’ll help unload.”

Her brow wrinkled. “I can help carry. They aren’t heavy.”

“Still.”

“Fine.” She sighed and headed into the garage, then opened the door that connected to the house.

Roman hid a grin. Cara Prosper was kind of sassy in the morning.

With the three of them working, the unloading went pretty quick, and Roman narrowly avoided frostbite after all.

When the driver was closing up the back of the truck, Roman asked Cara, “Is their tip included in the delivery invoice?”

“Yes,” she said. Then she called to the driver, “How long before the oranges can be delivered?”

The driver pushed back his ball cap and scratched his head. “Probably tomorrow.”

Cara smiled. “How about this afternoon? See what the boss says. He has my cell phone number.”

The driver’s eyes popped wide. “Sure thing, ma’am. Have a good day.”

“Thanks again.”

As the truck lumbered away, Cara folded her arms and shivered.

“Didn’t you bring a coat to Wyoming?”

She looked up at him. In the brightness of the early morning, her blue eyes were lighter than the sky above. “I have a few jackets.”

Roman chuckled. “Yeah, I noticed last night when you were broken down in the snowstorm. Still, that’s not the same thing as a winter coat.” He motioned for her to follow him through the garage and into the house.

“Lila or one of the others might have an extra coat,” he continued as they entered the expansive pantry now stacked with boxes. “I can ask.”

“Oh, it’s fine.” Cara said, patting his arm.

Well . . . he felt her touch as if she somehow had the power to press through the layers of his clothing. He wasn’t sure what to make of it.

She dropped her hand quickly and took a step back.

Her nose and cheeks were pink from the cold, or maybe from blushing? It was hard to tell, and he was suddenly intrigued. She didn’t have on a bit of makeup, and she’d literally awakened and rushed to the door . . . It was kind of adorable.

Roman sucked in a breath. He needed to stop staring at her and thinking things he shouldn’t be about a woman who wasn’t Stacy. Resting his hands on his hips, he said, “Well, let’s get started.”

“Oh no,” Cara said. “I’ve got this. You need to go do . . .” She waved a hand. “Producer stuff.”

Roman chuckled and folded his arms. “Producer stuff?”

Her eyes widened, and she really did blush this time. “You know, make sure the series will be amazing so that everyone will be binge watching it in a few months like my dad and brothers.”

“Are they fans?”

Cara gave a slow nod. “Yes, and I have been ordered to secure a couple of autographs, but I thought I’d make people some great meals first. You know, butter them up.”

Roman tilted his head. “Have you seen any episodes?”

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