The corner of her mouth perked up. “I‘ll let that slide, since I have yet to see the finished photos.”
Cole placed a hand over his chest. “I would never use Photoshop against you.”
She liked his sense of humor. “I’ll be nice. Thank you for coming.”
“You’re welcome. What’s playing tonight?”
“Wuthering Heights.”
“I suspect you’ve read the book.”
She beamed. “Yes, and it was awesome, so don’t make fun.”
“I would never. We can sit in the back of the truck.”
She followed him to his pickup. He pulled out a small paper bag from the passenger seat and walked back to her side. Her eyes lit up noticing the logo.
She squealed. “Chocolate muffins?”
Cole winked in response. He then helped her climb to sit in the back. Leah’s stomach knotted with his hands at her small waist, though she stole furtive glances at his face. Her body went still for a moment, feeling the electricity of his faint touch. Once he sat beside her, she reached inside the paper bag for a chocolate muffin.
Leah took a bite. She swallowed with satisfaction. “I probably shouldn’t be eating this.”
“Pilates getting to you?”
“Our instructor is challenging. Yesterday, we did butterfly abs.”
“Do I even want to know how you do that?”
“You don’t. Trust me.”
“I’ll take your word for it. Any more things you’ve tackled on your list?”
Leah avoided his gaze. “Even if it is, how do you know I have a list?”
Cole nudged her shoulder. “You’re too organized not to have one. You’re still the same girl who used tabs in her notebooks taking notes in class.”
She froze for a moment and her eyes widened. How did he remember that stuff? She couldn’t fathom it.
“Did I say something wrong?” Cole asked.
“No… I hate you’re right.”
His eyes flickered. “I won’t let it go to my head.”
Leah’s eyes narrowed at him, but her upturned lips gave her away. “Yeah, right?”
They faced forward as the opening credits for Wuthering Heights showed on the screen. Leah shivered, feeling the temperature drop. While the summer hadn’t arrived, the news predicted a chillier night. After finishing her muffin, she rubbed her forearms. She didn’t consider it would feel this crisp outside. She froze when strong arms enveloped her with a plaid blanket.
“Better?” Cole asked.
Leah tucked a curl of her hair behind her ear. “I think so.” She faced the screen, grateful that Cole broke their embrace. With heat curling down her spine, she wouldn’t need the blanket for much longer.
He leaned over and whispered in her ear, “How long has it been since you’ve seen this movie?”
“Two years.” Her breath caught with him so close. When she caught a whiff of his woodsy cologne, she swallowed, and focused her gaze as the film played. She crossed her ankles in front of her but then noticed Cole rubbing his hands together.
Her mouth twitched. “You’re cold?”