Always On My Mind (The Sullivans #8)(22)

Grayson barely bit back a curse. So much for avoiding Lori today, too. In order to get all of the food together in time, the two of them would have to work together. And work well.

“I need you to go into the storeroom and pull out the cartons so that we can fill them. Lay them out across the tables inside the barn. You’ll have to stack them two deep.”

“How many should I pull out?”

“I’ve got two hundred and fifteen subscribers, but we’ll make an extra dozen.” People sometimes needed an additional box or two, plus he liked Eric to do a few free drop-offs at the end of every pick-up day with whatever was left.

“Got it.” She turned immediately to take care of the work that needed to be done, but it wasn’t until she was gone that he realized something had been different.

She hadn’t smiled. Or done or said anything to get a rise out of him. She’d simply given him the message, then asked him what needed to be done. It was exactly what he’d told her he wanted from her. And yet, it felt wrong.

He tried to push the crazy thought out of his head, but by the time he joined her in the barn and saw the incredibly fast progress she’d made—along with the slightly dimmer light in her eyes—he couldn’t help but feel like a total ass for not only being so hard on her, but also for going out of his way to avoid her.

Was she upset about having to eat alone? Was she thinking he was an ogre about the cat? Or did it have nothing to do with him at all and she simply missed her family...or whoever else she had run from to come to his farm?

The thought of Lori with another man was like a hard punch straight to the gut. He couldn’t let himself have her, but Lord, he couldn’t stand the thought of anyone else touching her, either. Not when, despite her resilience, he couldn’t help but see the sweet vulnerability in her eyes when she was exhausted enough to accidentally let down her guard.

She quickly picked up on his plan for that week’s box and they worked silently together to pick the remaining strawberries, artichokes, asparagus, peas, and squash. After a short while, Lori started to arrange each of the boxes in a way that Grayson had to admit was far more pleasing to the eye than the way he normally laid everything out for his customers. He could only imagine how happy everyone would be when they picked up their produce this week, likely even more inspired to go home and start cooking up and eating the bounty with their families.

Because of Lori.

When he was done picking the fresh fruit and veggies for the week, he moved to the other side of the table to help her put together the rest of the boxes and said, “These are looking great.”

A smile, maybe, or if he was really lucky, some laughter. That was what he’d expected her to respond with. Anything but a head that stayed down as she simply nodded and kept filling boxes.

“Lori—”

Shit, he didn’t even know what he wanted to say to her, just that it had to be something. Anything to bring back the smile he was getting way too used to seeing...and the motormouth that had started to sound better than any symphony he’d ever heard.

Her hands immediately stilled and when she finally looked up at him, he hated the shadows in her eyes.

“What is it, Grayson?”

Four crisp words were all he warranted now. “I wanted to say—” When he paused to try to get a grip, he saw the hope light up in her eyes.

“Go ahead,” she said with a soft curving of her lips that held him entranced. “I’m listening.”

But everything he wanted to say, everything he needed to tell her, got stuck in his throat. And in the end, all that came out of his mouth was, “If you’re tired, I can finish up.”

Just as quickly as she’d opened herself back up to him, she shut down, looking at the artichoke in her hand rather than up at him.

“I’m not tired.” She took off her cowboy hat, then, and hung it from a nail on the wall.

Her taking off the hat felt like an omen, a bad one. Where he’d wanted to yank it off and toss it into the street the day before, now he wanted to pick it up and jam it back down onto her head.

But before he could say or do anything more, he heard the crunch of tires over the gravel on the drive. Eric walked into the barn a minute later. “Hey, Grayson, sorry about the schedule change today.” When he saw Lori, the usually taciturn young farmer broke out into a huge grin. “You must be Lori.”

She grinned at Eric in exactly the way she hadn’t been smiling at him as they shook hands. “It’s so nice to meet you, Eric. And thanks for your suggestions about what else to try feeding Sweetpea. I’m going to try the liver tonight. I’ll let you know how it goes.”

What the hell? First she was lighting up for Eric and then it turned out that they’d already swapped cat-feeding tips with each other? Had she also told Eric what an ass her boss had been since the second she’d signed on as his farmhand?

“Wow,” Eric commented when he looked at the boxes of produce, “these look great this week.” His smile was all for Lori. “Must have needed a woman’s touch.”

Without a word to either of them, Grayson started carrying the boxes over to Eric’s truck. Lori and Eric chatted like old friends the entire time, with Eric happily answering each of Lori’s rapid-fire questions. “So how do the pick-ups work? Is there a check-off list? Do you know everyone? Are they all locals or do they come from other towns? Do people bring their kids and pets and hang out or are they just in and out?”