“I want to be,” Adele said without censoring herself.
“Yeah?” he asked, his mouth still partially full of cinnamon roll. “This is the best thing I’ve ever put in my mouth.”
“Thank you,” she said, suddenly feeling more melancholy than she wanted to admit—or show to Carson. She felt like she was losing her mind. First, she’d invited him to her cabin for lunch. No, not inside it. But still. She’d shown interest in him. Second, she’d asked him personal questions about himself.
He wouldn’t talk about his family, and that had lifted her curiosity to astronomical levels. And now she was telling him personal things about herself.
“So what are you doing on this ranch?” he asked, dipping his spoon into the soup.
“Scarlett’s my best friend. She needed help, and I needed a job.”
“So you’re not a
