“Hey, don’t walk away from me like that! Who do you think you are, anyway?” She’s yelling at the top of her lungs as I make as much distance as possible between us. “Jonesie, please!”

Jesus, that was intense. What the fuck is wrong with her to scream at me like that? I run a shaky hand through my hair, my footsteps hurried as I keep walking, only stopping when I hear a familiar voice from behind me.

“What the hell was that all about?” This comment comes from one of our farm managers, Dave.

I turn to look at him, rubbing at the back of my neck, completely rattled by Kendra’s outburst. Hopefully not too many people witnessed that. “She just got weird on me.”

“I’ll say. You date her or something?” he asks with a frown.

“Nah.” I shake my head. “Though that’s what she wants.”

Dave glances in Kendra’s direction. “You not interested? She seems pretty cute.”

Seriously? She just lost her damn mind on me and Dave thinks she has potential?

“I’m not interested. Besides, I’ve been seeing someone else,” I admit. “And the way she acted just now? Not cute. At all.” I have no idea why she got all clingy like she just did, but even if I were interested in Kendra before, I certainly wouldn’t be now.

“Seeing someone else, huh? Anyone we might know?” Dave asks.

I shake my head. “You definitely don’t know her.”

“Don’t be so sure of that.” He chuckles. “Was it that hot little number you sat next to at the wedding?”

Shit. I forgot Dave was there that night. He probably saw everything unfold too. “Maybe,” I say, trying to be evasive.

Dave laughs. “Son, you know how to pick ’em. That woman is so out of your league, it’s not even funny. Her family owns the biggest jewelry store in Carmel. Ninety-five percent of the people in town wear diamonds straight from their store.”

“I know who she is,” I say irritably, hating how shitty he’s making me feel.

Hating worse how easy it was for him to do so.

“Yeah, she’s way too high and mighty for you. You’re a simple guy, while she’s not. She comes from money,” he emphasizes. “And I’d take a guess she’s older than you, too.”

“So?” I ask, sounding just as sullen as Kendra did only a few minutes ago.

“So whatever you two are doing, you have to realize she’s slumming with you, right?” Dave’s hairy eyebrows shoot up and he sends me an unreadable look. “Just warning ya.”

I don’t say a word. I’m too worried I’ll insult his ass and get written up, which is the last thing I need since Charlie just promoted me, though I assume it’s not quite official.

Not yet.

Talk about a buzzkill. My good mood evaporates, just like that. All thanks to Kendra losing her damn mind on me, plus Dave and his careless comments. I already have a minor inferiority complex when it comes to Amelia and her place in life compared to mine, and I don’t need someone like Dave—or Kendra—to remind me of it.