The air from the ceiling fan flitted through Miller’s beautifully disheveled hair. “You’re probably right.” His gaze dipped to my mouth. Lingered. “Any ideas how I should do that?”
Did that man have kissing on his mind?
Did I?
Blame it on the moon, but my body swayed in his direction.
Miller’s head dipped slightly south.
Just as a horn blared from the truck.
And I jerked out of Miller’s spell.
Peering out the window, I saw Poppy in the driver’s seat and heard her gleefully laying on the horn again.
My heart thundered in my chest as I put a respectable bit of space between Miller and me. “You better get the girls home.”
I followed him outside, admitting I liked the look of Miller on my front porch. Two lightning bugs flashed their hellos as they swooped near us. Miller remained oblivious as he turned back to me. “I meant what I said—I’m sorry I went off.”
I appreciated a man who could admit when he was wrong. “Apology accepted.”
“I will fully support Garrett’s participation in the equine program,” Miller said.
“Good. I’llcontinueto make sure he knows it’s a supplemental therapy and remind him again he should maintain his other treatment.”
“Great.”
“Fabulous.”
“Also…” Miller ignored the loud music now pouring from his truck. “If Ava wants to hang out with you and the horses sometime, I guess that would be okay with me.”
Well, well. This was quite the turnaround. I thought I rather liked a humbled and groveling Miller James. He was trying. “We’ll see what Ava wants to do.”
“But no boys allowed.”
There were stitches that still covered my breakup wound, and I felt a few threads dissolve. Why did Miller have to be so adorably endearing? When would I stop being such a sucker for unexpected geysers of vulnerability? “It’s a girls-only club.”
Miller smiled. “I owe you one.”
“Seeing the girls safely home is all I need.”
“No, I definitely owe you.”
“Not going to collect. Because I don’t work that way. I’m a woman of principles. Ethics.”
When Miller’s arms slipped around me for a hug, I nearly toppled off the porch. But he held me fast, rocking me gently from one side to the other before pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “Goodnight, Hattie.”
“Goodnight.”
I watched him drive away, his scent still lingering on my shirt. The feel of his skin against mine.
Oh, Lord.
I was in trouble.
Again.
Grabbing my phone, I opened the dating app and returned to my match’s request for a date.
