Let Them Talk

“I can’t take credit for that. The orchard has been in my     family for generations. My job was to bring it into this century.”

“I’m sure that was more difficult than you’re letting on. And     what about the fact that the town loves you? Or how the council members look to     you for direction? You have great ideas, and I believe you could be the future     of Seedling.”

Matthew’s skin heated under her praise. He’d had no idea she     thought that highly of him. Her opinion mattered a lot. “Thank you.”

“I have a feeling Seedling will keep reelecting you as mayor,”     she said.

Despite her assurance of the town’s goodwill toward him,     Matthew knew he couldn’t pursue Sydney while he was mayor. This town would not     take kindly to the idea of a mayor who got involved with the local newspaper     reporter. They would complain that it was a conflict of interest and would not     let up unless either he or Sydney resigned.

Sydney’s phone vibrated on the table and made a loud chirp. She     jumped and her elbow knocked the pile of notebooks to the floor. “Oh, shoot! I     didn’t mean to keep you this long.”

He saw a notification on the phone’s screen. “You have another     meeting?”

“At the medical clinic,” she said as she bent down and scooped     up her notebooks. “They want to promote summer safety tips. I swear, I don’t     know how Wendy did all this by herself.”

“Here, let me help.” He crouched down and grabbed the notebooks     that were out of her reach. “Have you considered getting rid of these and taking     notes on a laptop or tablet?”

“No, I tried. I work better this way,” she said as she     collected the notebooks before getting up from her seat. “Thanks.”

“I’ll walk you to your car,” he offered as he rose to his full     height.

“Oh, there’s no need.” Sydney suddenly became flustered as she     shoved the notebooks into her bag. “I’m parked on a side street because I     couldn’t find any spots out front.”

“I insist.” Matthew fell into step with her. He automatically     placed his hand at the base of her spine as he led her out of the diner. She     tensed under his touch but she didn’t pull away.

* * *

SYDNEY’S HEART THUDDED in her ears as they walked     to the car. Her movements felt awkward and stiff. Awareness was thick and heavy     around them. She suddenly couldn’t put words together.

It had to be her imagination. Matthew always flirted and teased     her, but this was different. Every erotic scenario she’d dreamed up rushed     through her mind. But suddenly she didn’t just want to imagine how his hand     would feel against her breast—she wanted to know. She wanted to taste his mouth,     experience his kiss and find out how to drive him wild.

She felt as if she was breathing hard by the time she reached     her car. She had no idea if Matthew was conversing with her or if she’d replied.     Sydney opened the driver’s door and tossed her backpack on the passenger seat.     She cautiously turned around and found Matthew standing right beside her.

She saw the need in his eyes. The need for her. Pleasure darted     inside her. She shouldn’t have talked about fantasies with him. Now she couldn’t     get them out of her mind.

Dragging her gaze up his muscular chest, past his broad     shoulders and to his handsome face, Sydney noticed the restraint sharpening his     features. She’d never seen him like this. She sensed he was trying to hold back     as much as she was.

“Thanks.” Her voice was hoarse and low.

He swallowed hard as he stared at her mouth. “Anytime.”

Anytime. The tip of her tongue swept along her bottom lip and     his intent gaze followed the movement. She wished she could have him     anytime. She wanted the right, the privilege, of touching him whenever she     wanted.

His proximity, his rough promise, was too much for her     willpower. One kiss, that was all she’d give herself. She grabbed his flannel     shirt and pulled him forward, slamming her mouth against his.