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him. She took a drink of her coffee. Was he here for pleasure or business? If he was here for pleasure, would he like to have some with her? Wait a minute, hadn’t she just been flirting with Jesse trying to forget about Noah?
“What are you doing in town?”
“Came into town for the mail and livestock feed. What are you up to this fine morning?”
She raised her coffee cup in the air. “Came for some of this addicting stuff and a good read. Did you finish your errands?”
He stood up and shoved his hands into his back pockets. The simple action made his muscles flex. The way his t-shirt hugged his biceps did nothing to distract her from the urge to reach out and touch them.
“No. Would you like to…” he began, then shrugged. “Never mind.”
“What?”
“Never mind. You would probably be bored.” He blushed and looked away.
“Come on. Tell me,” Samantha coaxed.
“I thought maybe you could tag along to the feed store with me.” He blushed even more, which was adorable.
“I used go to the feed store often with my dad. I don’t find it boring one tiny bit. I would love to come with you,” she said, pushing a curl from her face. “What does your shirt say?”
“It says je ne regretted rien .”
“That sounds beautiful.”
“French is a beautiful language. It means ‘I regret nothing.’”
“Did you spend any time in France, or just liked the shirt?” She took another sip of her coffee.
“My best friend was French. When I was seventeen, I spent the summer with his family. It was the best summer of my life. His grandmother would sing a song with the same phrase in it. I saw this shirt at a specialty shop.” He tapped his chest with his finger. “And I snagged it. Kind of like my motto now. So, separate cars or one?”
“Hmm, we should take my car. We might need the extra room.”
“Separate cars then, and I’ll meet you there.” He twirled the keychain around his index finger.
She got into her small car and waited for him to pull out. She wouldn’t figure him being in any other type of vehicle other than the old blue Ford truck. With his rugged good looks, he was definitely a truck man.
She parked next to him at the feed store and joined him at the steps.
“I got a call from your dad,” he said while he flipped his cell closed and stuffed it into his jean pocket.
“Is everything okay?”
“Everything is fine. So, do you feel like picking up a sheep with me?”
His hand was firm and strong on the small of her back as they climbed the steps to the store. His touch sent electricity radiating through her. Fantasies of his hands on other parts of her body made her tingle.
She tried to push the erotic thoughts from her mind. Focus, Samantha! She took another step up. His hand found its way to her rear but he yanked it away. Had it been an accident? She turned toward him. His flushed cheeks gave her the answer she wanted.
“My dad wants to expand the farm? I’ve tried to get him to do that for years,” Samantha said.
“With me working there now, he thinks it would be a good idea. So do you want to go?”
He gave her arm a gentle squeeze.
“That would be great. Where are we getting it from?”
“I have the address written down in the truck.”
He let go of her, then took a few steps ahead to open the door. She smiled up at him as she passed through. “What farm?”
“Mason. Know it?” he asked.
“Honey, I know every farm around here.”
  Samantha knew the routine and went to the counter with Noah to hand the clerk a printout of the items they needed. By the time they were done browsing, his truck was already loaded.
“We should take all of this stuff to the house before picking up the sheep. We don’t have enough room right now anyway,” he said.
“Let’s go.” She climbed into her own car and followed Noah all the way back home. Curiosity overtook her, so she followed him down the dirt road that led to the pasture where his trailer was
located.
He tossed her a peculiar look as she