“Snooping?” she asks with a smile. Finally, a smile! “That would imply that I’m doing something wrong. Given that I own this place, I can look anywhere I want. I don’t have to snoop.”

“Okay, then don’t go looking alone.”

“Why are you so bossy?”

“Because I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“I’m not usually a clumsy woman,” she reminds me. “I won’t get hurt. There’s no need to worry. Do you want to go out there and look at the back of the barn now?”

No, I want to pin her to the kitchen counter and kiss her into next week. As I pause to answer her, those gorgeous eyes fall to my mouth.

When her tongue brushes over her bottom lip, I know I’m a goner.

“Luna,” I whisper as I move in closer to her. “If I don’t kiss you, right here and now, I might die a slow, painful death.”

Those eyes dart back up to mine in surprise.

“If you don’t want that, tell me now.”

“I don’t think I would say no to that,” she says, and that’s all the invitation I need to close the last of the gap between us. I splay my fingers on her ribs, just under her arms, as I lower my lips to hers.

She gasps as my hands move to cradle her face, and I feel her grip onto my T-shirt, fisting it as I take us from soft and gentle to firm and hot in less than three-point-two seconds.

God, she’s fucking sweet.

She plunges one hand into my hair, and I boost her onto the counter so she’s closer to me.

She wraps her legs around my waist, and I dip my head to the side so I can kiss her neck.

“You smell damn good,” I growl into her ear.

“Is this just how it’s going to be now?”

I pull back, and we look over to the doorway where June’s standing, her arms crossed and a smirk on her face.

“Do I have to yell out whenever I’m around so I don’t have to watch this? Maybe I should just wear a bell like a cat.”

“That might help,” I agree but don’t pull away from Luna as I turn back to her and grin. “Raincheck to resume this later?”

“I’m good with that.”

I kiss her forehead and then step away before helping her to her feet. When she wobbles and reaches for me to steady her rather than the countertop, I take that as a huge win.

“Let’s go look at the barn,” Luna suggests.

“Lead the way.”

Chapter Four

Luna

Wolfe can kiss. Like, really kiss. Who would have thought the kid I used to climb trees and run around the neighborhood with when we were children would turn into a man who makes me feel as if I’m the only one in his universe? Even if it was only for a few minutes.

Not to mention, his hands are just…dreamy. That’s the only word I can come up with right now because my brain is still scrambled from that lip-lock in my kitchen.

Wolfe is dreamy.

That’s something that the sixteen-year-old me would have written in my journal. Okay, I wouldn’t have used dreamy.

As the three of us walk toward the barn, Wolfe slips one of his magical hands into mine as if he does it every day and squeezes without even looking my way. He doesn’t even have to think about it. The chemistry has been there since he walked up my road the other day, and it’s only grown thicker in the few moments we’ve spent together.

It’s like there’s suddenly a direct line of electricity that moves between us pretty much constantly—which is a completely new experience for me.

One I’m not sure what to make of.

But it’s also kind of nice. Or a lot nice.

“I hate to tell you this, Luna,” June says as we round the outside of the barn, her words pulling me out of the kiss haze. “But I think we’re going to have to take down most of the exterior walls.”

“Given that there aren’t many interior walls to speak of, that basically means tearing it all down. Wolfe might not be sentimental about his place down the street, but I am attached to this one, Juniper. I don’t want to tear it down.”

“I didn’t say you had to, drama queen,” June replies and rolls her eyes as she pulls her hat off and shakes out her curly red hair before twisting it back up under the cap. “We can probably keep some of it, but the outside is completely lost to the elements. It has to be replaced, and some internal boards have rotted out, as well.”

“Does that mean you’ll take down most of this exterior wall?” Wolfe asks, pointing to the back of the barn. “The car’s sitting in this corner. If you take down most of this wall, I can pull it out that way.”

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