“Small. I know, we’ve covered that already.”
He grinned at her, then turned back towards the winery. “How long have you been working here?”
“Only a week.”
“Do you like it?”
“I do.”
“Why?”
She pursed her lips, considering that. “Should I not like it?”
“Not at all. I’m just interested in your perspective.”
“Oh, okay.” She lifted a hand and rubbed the back of her neck absentmindedly, working the tender muscles with fingers that had performed this task many times. “Why?”
He turned to look at her again. “Would you prefer not to answer?”
“No. You’re just asking a lot of questions for someone I don’t know.”
He nodded thoughtfully. “Shall we talk about something else then?”
She was quiet.
“Or not talk at all?”
She shook her head, the quick gesture betraying far too much. He slowed his walking, almost to a stop, and now when their eyes met she felt a thousand sparks ignite in her bloodstream.
“You may ask me any questions you’d like,” he offered after a beat.
“Now that’s an offer that’s too good to refuse,” she quipped.
“Go ahead then. We only have ten minutes, I would guess.”
Her eyes followed his, towards the winery. He was right. When she was walking fast, she could make it in half that, but at their current pace, it would probably take around ten minutes to cover the distance.
“Okay. What were you doing in the vines?”
“Looking.”
“Why?”
“Why not?”
“You said I could ask you anything.”
“You can.”
“But you don’t have to answer?”
He frowned. “I am.”
“No, you’re obfuscating,” she responded with a laugh. “But that’s okay.”
“I was meeting someone there.”
“Oh.” Disappointment seared her, sharp and fast, so that if Skye had any doubts about whether she was attracted to this man or not, they went right out the window. “It’s a very pretty spot,” she commented, her voice flattened of emotion.