When I Fall in Love by Bridget Anderson Page A

who also knew his way around the kitchen really turned her on. If her girlfriends could see this, they’d be standing in line for a chance to be alone with him like this. She cleared her throat.
    * * *
    Rollin turned around to see Tayler rub her palms together. “Do you need any help?” she asked.
    He shook his head. “I got this.” He quickly turned away from her so she couldn’t see the desire in his eyes. She had on a pair of tight-fitting jeans and a T-shirt that fit snugly around her breasts. He’d be damned if anything that woman put on didn’t do a number on him. He forced himself yet again to remember she was a guest.
    He glanced back over his shoulder to where she stood looking around the kitchen as though she needed something to do. “I’ll tell you what, why don’t you grab that bottle of wine from the bottom shelf of the refrigerator.”
    When Tayler walked over, opened the refrigerator and bent over, she caught his eye. He arched a brow at her beautiful backside. She closed the door and before he could turn back to the stove she caught him staring at her. For the first time, he wished they had a house full of guests. He silently hoped Rita’s cold was nothing more than a twenty-four-hour bug.
    â€œWhat are you preparing?” she asked.
    â€œLucky for us, Rita marinated some chicken breasts and vegetables.
    â€œThis is the first time I’ve ever stayed at a bed-and-breakfast. I wasn’t aware they served dinner until Nicole told me you guys did.”
    â€œWe didn’t always, but more and more guests began inquiring about it, since we’re an organic farm. So, about a year ago, we incorporated dinner into the package. Rita loves to cook, so she welcomed the idea.”
    â€œThat was a smart move.”
    He shrugged. “It’s a little more work, but it made us stand out from the other B and Bs around the area.”
    â€œI have to admit I’m starting to enjoy the truck rides. It gives me time to think.”
    â€œI’m glad to see you’re coming around. Watch and see, before you leave, we’ll have you driving a tractor.”
    â€œOh, no,” Tayler said with a laugh. “That’ll never happen.”
    â€œNever say never. You are staying two months, right?”
    â€œWell, that’s up in the air. But I have no intention of mounting a tractor.”
    Rollin caught an image of Tayler mounting something, but it wasn’t a tractor. He couldn’t keep the silly grin off his face.
    â€œWhat’s so funny?” she asked.
    He shook his head. “Nothing. I just had this picture of you on a tractor with your four-inch heels on.” And preferably nothing else.
    â€œYou don’t like high heels or something?”
    â€œLook in that drawer next to you and grab the wine-bottle opener.” He took the bottle from her. “I love a woman in high heels. They’re sexy. They’re just not for the farm.” She handed him the opener. “Wineglasses are over there in the last cabinet on the left.”
    Tayler found them and set two wineglasses in front of him and stood there with her arms crossed. He poured each of them a glass before leaning against the counter.
    â€œI’ll give it to you, though, you have a mean shoe game. A woman with expensive taste.” He took a sip of wine. “I bet all your vacation is missing is a spa and a Starbucks.”
    She picked up her glass. “You know, I think I’ll wait in the library. Please let me know when dinner is ready.”
    She strutted across the kitchen with her nose turned up, which turned Rollin on. “Hold on now, don’t leave.” Tayler stopped at the kitchen door and looked back over her shoulder. This woman was getting under his skin so bad he just wanted to kiss her and get it over with.
    â€œLook, beautiful women such as yourself take vacations to the Caribbean or somewhere with spas and