By the end of the day, Missy’s muscles ached, as usual. She’d gotten a lot done, also a regular occurrence. Her mind spun—not normal. She’d been fighting for hours against her natural instinct to flirt shamelessly with Tucker, and it was utterly exhausting.
He met her in the office, where he clapped his hands together in a puff of dust. “So, I need some farming clothes.” He hooked his thumb over his shoulder. “Would you mind . . . ? I mean, I don’t exactly know what to buy.”
She tucked an errant lock of hair behind her ear and pushed away the schedule book. She knew who was coming for lessons tomorrow anyway. “There’s not much selection in Island Park,” she said. “If you go to Burlington, you’ll find a lot more.” She reached for her cell phone, which rested on the edge of the desk, her t
