“You’re incredible.” The words spilled out of me as I searched his eyes. My attention flicked to his mouth, and his lips quirked.
“I think you’re incredible too.” While sounding deeper than usual, his voice was alight with tenderness and just a smidge of humour.
With a quick roll of my eyes and a nudge against him, I finally smiled back. “Thank you.”
He nodded. I hoped it was in understanding that I was grateful for him helping me keep my sanity.
“I’ll head to the shed now.” I turned to leave, but he tugged at my arm. Question filled my focus as I looked back at him.
“Put the protective gear on before you start. It’s by the tap.”
“Whose is it?” My brow furrowed. I was all too aware of how little the rural firies got in terms of protective gear and equipment. To have a spare was never heard of. My eyes widened. “I’m not wearing your gear.” I had no idea if it was even here, but I was already shaking my head. There was no way Dan could be left vulnerable.
“It’s not mine.” He gave a single shake of his head. “It’s your dad’s ancient one. Probably stinks.” He winked at that and indicated for me to leave.
“Thanks for that, arsehole.” I grinned, turned, and jogged in the direction of the shed, ready to get suited up and then carry on with my task.
