Fool's Gold Collection Volume 3: Almost Summer / Summer Days / Summer Nights / All Summer Long

She laughed. “What’s wrong with my regular voice?”

“It’s sexy.”

She cleared her throat, suddenly unable to think of anything to say. “You never did tell me about your date.”

“And I’m not going to.”

“Any dates planned in the future?”

He glanced at her, his dark eyes bright with amusement. “Could we not talk about me dating?”

“Sure. Um, the carnival is coming to town in a few weeks.”

“Your carnival? The people who taught you to hate townies?”

“Yes, and they didn’t teach me that. I learned on my own.”

“Will someone show me how to tame a lion?”

“That’s the circus. This is the rides and games.”

“I always did like a good Tilt-A-Whirl.”

“Then you’ll have to go on it.”

“You coming with me?”

She shook her head. “They make me throw up.”

“Lightweight.”

“Townie.”

He laughed. He might have a thing for her voice, but she liked the sound of his laughter. It made her feel safe and happy, as did pressing against him, with his arm around her.

All dangerous, she thought. Good thing she wasn’t the type to fall in love.

CHAPTER ELEVEN (#ulink_c8612871-4e9d-5a11-8323-a8a7a989c4a7)

HEIDI FINISHED THE LAST of the milking, then poured the still warm, creamy liquid into pans for the waiting cats.

“I should put a camera on the three of you,” she said, as her feline guests lapped up the milk. “One of those pet cams, so I can find out where you live.”

Or she could simply ask around. Someone would know who owned the cats. But she liked the idea of a mystery, of being able to pretend the cats had exciting secret lives after they left here.

She put away her stool, checked to make sure the goats had plenty of water, then picked up the buckets and walked back to the house. She entered to the smell of coffee. As she poured the raw milk from the stainless-steel bucket to the glass containers she would put in the refrigerator, she told herself it was nice that May had gotten up early and made coffee. That Rafe wouldn’t be the one waiting for her when she walked into the kitchen. Because anticipating anything about him would be very, very bad. But anticipation nearly overwhelmed her now, as spending mornings with him was often the best part of her day.

She was finding it more and more difficult to remember that he was the enemy. Being around him was…nice. He made her laugh, and she looked forward to spending time with him. In other circumstances, she would have taken the chance and offered him her heart. But these weren’t other circumstances, and if she forgot what he wanted, she could lose everything.