Ben did not like the way Rae laughed at his confession. He didn’t like it at all.
He did like the tingle of her fingertips against his chest. He did like the feel of her next to him. He did like the fruity scent of her perfume, and the hearts on her sweater, and the curve of her hips.
He reached out and put his hand on her waist, effectively silencing her. At least he seemed to affect her as strongly as she affected him. “What’s so funny?” he asked.
She blinked, the passion and desire he’d seen in her eyes for a microsecond disappearing. “You being jealous of Zack. Trust me when I say there’s nothing there to be jealous of.”
“No?” Ben hated the accusation in his tone. “Word around the farm is that you two used to date.”
“Word around the farm?”
“Sam told me.”
“Used to,” Rae said. “We
