When I Fall in Love by Bridget Anderson

farmer’s market on Thursday? Admit it, you’re Mr. Danville, local heartthrob,” she teased. Spending this time with Rollin wasn’t as bad as she’d thought it was going to be. So far, she’d managed to keep her hormones in check.
    â€œYou’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” he asked.
    Tayler laughed. “Hey, I’m trying to get some donations here, but you keep stealing my thunder with your long-winded conversations. So far, we’ve gotten three promises for gift certificates out of five people.”
    â€œMaybe it’s your technique.”
    She stopped and placed a hand on her hip. “My technique! I don’t think so. Yesterday Corra and I managed to get over five hundred dollars’ worth of donations.”
    â€œHey, I can’t compete with two beautiful women. One look at you and Corra, and I’m not surprised you didn’t get enough money to purchase the computers outright.”
    Tayler tried not to blush. “Thank you, but don’t try to change the subject, Mr. Danville.”
    He shook his head, then motioned for her to follow him. “Come on, let’s get out of here. I’ve had enough of this.”
    Tayler climbed back in the truck, exhausted from listening and talking so much.
    â€œThis isn’t going to be easy, is it?” she asked, looking down the strip at the other shops they hadn’t made it to.
    Rollin started the truck and peered over at her. “Nope, but I can’t take any more today. At this rate we won’t finish anytime soon.” He glanced down at his watch. “I need to catch up with Rita before she leaves today. She wasn’t looking too good this morning.”
    He sat his cell phone in the middle console of the truck and it rang immediately, as if on cue. He picked it up. After a couple of uh huh s, and “take care of yourself,” he hung up. “Rita won’t be back this evening—she’s got a cold.”
    â€œThat’s too bad. I hope she feels better soon.”
    He glanced out the window. “Yeah, me, too.” Then he turned to her. “Looks like I’m your cook for tonight.”
    â€œCan you cook?” she asked.
    He tilted his head toward her. “What do you think?”
    She shrugged. “I don’t know. Let’s see, you’re a businessman, a farmer, an innkeeper, and now you’re telling me you’re a chef.” She couldn’t believe this gorgeous man was so amazing.
    He smiled. “I’m no Emeril, but I can handle dinner.”
    â€œA real Renaissance man,” she said with a smile.
    He chuckled and glanced her way with a glint in his eyes and the sexiest smile she’d ever seen. There went that tingle in the pit of her stomach again. This time it traveled lower when she thought of them having dinner alone tonight. She turned to look out the window. Lord, help me.
    Once they reached the house, Tayler walked into her room and closed the door behind her. God, why are you punishing me with this man? I need to get away from him. She closed her eyes and said a silent prayer for strength before she kicked off her sandals. If she was going to get through this month without jumping his bones, she needed help. She quickly jumped out of her clothes and into the shower.
    She changed outfits three times, never satisfied with her look. “What am I doing?” she stopped and asked herself. “I’m getting prepped for dinner like I’m going on a date.” She looked at herself in the mirror and decided on a pair of jeans, a sleeveless top and her sneakers.
    â€œNot too revealing,” she said. Finally satisfied with herself, she went to see if she could help with dinner.
    Tayler found Rollin in the kitchen going through the drawers. He’d turned the radio on to the only R&B station you could pick up in the county.
    She stood in the doorway for a few seconds, admiring the view. A good-looking man