“This place is fucking freezing,” she mutters into her coffee.
“I know, right? Witches tits cold.”
I glance over and see Mr. Masters walking across the field. He’s wearing his navy suit and a long, dark overcoat. His hair is short, and his jawline strong.
I feel a flutter in my stomach. Something seems to have changed for me with him. Now, I seem to be thinking about him all the time.
When he talks to me, I have to concentrate on not watching his big, red lips.
It’s distracting. He really is gorgeous.
“Mr. Masters is here.” I smile. “Back in a second.” I jump out of the car and make my way over to him.
“Well, hello, Miss Brielle.” He has this Cheshire cat kind of grin on tonight.
“Hello.” I go up on my toes as I speak.
“How was your day?” he asks. His tongue darts out to lick his bottom lip and I feel my stomach clench.
“It was great. How was yours?”
He smirks. “Good. Run over any poor, unsuspecting golfers today?”
I giggle as I run my hand through my ponytail. “No, I save my specialized driving skills for you.” I look down. “How’s your foot?”
“Barely attached,” he replies dryly.
“I can cut it off if you like? Save you a hospital visit.”
He chuckles. “Scarily, I have no idea if you’re joking or not.”
We both laugh. Willow looks up, and he gives her a wave. She waves back.
“I didn’t know you were coming tonight,” I say.
“I thought I’d make the effort.” His eyes hold mine and I smile. This has to do with my dig at him the other night.
“You go away on Wednesday, right?” I ask.
“Yes, first thing. Are you sure you’re going to be okay?”
“We’ll be fine.”
"Janine is going to do extra hours, too. She's there to help you at any time. She and her husband can come and stay at the house if you want them to."
“We’ll be fine,” I repeat. I point to the car with my thumb. “Emerson came with us tonight. She’s sitting in the car.”
He dips his head and smiles. He waves at her and she waves right back. “I should let you get back to her,” he says.
“Okay.”
“I’m going to sit on the other side of the field. I’ll see you at home?”
The air between us is buzzing like it’s electricity.
Where is this coming from?
“Sure.”