“I helped my mom once, but it’s not my thing.”
“What’s yours besides pictures?” she asked.
“Old films.”
She grinned. “I thought we established that as my thing.”
“I like what you like.”
“Not everything, Cole. Come on, what’s your thing?”
“You won’t laugh?”
“I promise.”
He changed direction and took another route.
Leah’s eyebrows raised. “This isn’t the way to Will’s ranch.”
“You asked me what my thing was.” Cole drove further until he came to his spot at the old barn. Slowing down, he parked the pickup and cut off his headlights. “This is my thing.” His free hand pointed to the sky. “I enjoy coming out here to watch the stars. I’ve spent a lot of time out here thinking.”
“About what?”
He gave a half-shrug. “About everything.” He turned to face her. “About you.”
A smile danced on her lips. “Thank you for sharing this with me.”
He reached for her, and she leaned over the console, but her phone buzzing interrupted them. Leah groaned and checked her cell.
“It’s Gemma asking where we are.” She returned her phone to her cross-body purse.
Cole cranked the engine again. “On our way.”
Leah slipped her hand away from his. “No distractions.”
“What?”
“Come on, we’ve got somewhere to be.” She smirked.
He pulled back onto the main road. “Okay, I’m telling your mother you complained about making the cookies.”
Leah gasped. “Blackmail?”
“If that’s what it takes.”
“I’m not holding your hand for the rest of the night. As soon as we get there, I’m hanging out with Gemma.”
“Suit yourself, sweetheart.”
Leah folded her arms across her chest. “You’re impossible.”
“That’s a good thing right.”
“Maybe. The jury’s still out on that.”
Cole laughed.
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