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I shake myself out of my fantasies and load the crates of pumpkins into the truck, my muscles straining under the weight. I don’t mind. Actually, I like the feeling. It’s a reminder that I’m about to see Billie…
The bakery’s close, and when I pull up, I cut the engine and head to the back of the truck to unload. The bell jingles as I push open the door. And there she is. In the kitchen, kneading dough, her apron tied around her waist, and her hair neatly pulled back in a ponytail. She’s all professional, but I can’t help noticing the few loose strands framing her face. She’s fucking beautiful.
“Hey,” I grunt, my voice coming out hoarse like every time I see her. I set the crate down by the counter.
Her gorgeous brown eyes flick up to meet mine, and she gives me this broad, thankful smile that hits me right in the gut. She looks me over. And I can see it in her eyes. She’s thinking about me the same way I think about her.
“Hey Rayne,” Billie says, wiping her hands on a towel. “Thanks for bringing these.”
I nod, watching the way her full hips sway as she moves. She’s got curves that make a man want to grab hold and never let go. I’ve thought about it more times than I care to admit—her bent over the counter, tits bouncing while I fuck her deep. But also just lying in bed, her warm, soft body snuggled up to mine…
“You need more later, let me know,” I say abruptly, keepingmy voice steady, even though my mind’s wandering to places it shouldn’t be.
Billie gives me a small smile, but there’s something else in her eyes. Something that makes my dick twitch. “Will do.” Fuck, that soft, throaty voice.
I nod again, turning to leave. But before I step out, I glance back at her, my eyes trailing down her body. “See you around, Billie.”
I don’t miss the way her breath catches just before I walk out.
Chapter 2
Billie
The Fall Festival is in full swing, and the bakery booth is a madhouse. Pumpkin spice everything is flying off the shelves, and I’m barely keeping up with the orders. People are practically swarming my booth, eager for cupcakes, muffins, and cookies, all infused with that magical fall flavor. I should be focused on the task at hand, but there’s a distraction standing a few feet away.
Rayne Miller.
Leaning against a nearby fence, arms crossed over that broad chest of his, and wearing that damn cowboy hat. He’s watching me. I can feel his eyes on me, sending a shiver down my spine. I try to focus on the customer in front of me, but it’s damn near impossible when Rayne’s just standing there, looking all rugged and delicious.
I tell myself to keep it professional. I’m here to sell baked goods, not flirt with brooding cowboys, but when I glance up and catch Rayne’s eyes, my heart skips a beat.
Shay appears at my side, nudging me with her elbow. “Your cowboy’s back.”
I huff, trying to hide my nerves. “He’s not my cowboy.”
“Sure, he’s not,” she teases, winking at me before handing a customer their order. “But you’ve been staring at him like he’s on the dessert menu.”
“I have not,” I protest, but the heat rising to my cheeks betrays me.
Shay smirks. “Whatever you say.”
Before I can reply, Rayne pushes off the fence and starts walking toward me, his strides long and purposeful. My pulse quickens, and I can feel my hands trembling slightly as I hand a muffin to a customer. Great, now I’m all out of sorts.
He reaches the booth, his dark eyes locking onto mine. “Need any help?”
I blink, momentarily thrown off by his offer. Help? That’s new. “Uh, we’ve got it covered. Thanks.”
Rayne doesn’t move. Instead, he reaches for an empty crate next to me, lifting it with ease, his muscles flexing under his shirt. “Looks like you could use a hand.”
I try not to stare, but damn, the man is built. “Fine, but don’t think you’re getting paid in cupcakes.”
His lips quirk up in a ghost of a smile, but he doesn’t respond. Instead, he sets the crate down and starts helping organize the packaged baked goods on display, his large hands surprisingly gentle as he moves things around.
Shay gives me a knowing look before slipping away to helpanother customer, leaving me alone with Rayne.
“So,” I begin, trying to keep it casual, “enjoying the festival?”
Rayne shrugs, his eyes never leaving mine. “It’s alright. Better now.”
