I took hold of the shirt and pressed it against his shoulders. “This is Instagrammable material right here,” I teased.

He eyed me for a few seconds. “You don’t think I’ll do it.”

Of course I didn’t. What man would?

Roane pushed back his chair, pulled the T-shirt over the top of the plain one he wore, and he leaned back, his arms by his sides. He raised one eyebrow as if to say, Well?

Christ, I adored him.

“Seriously?” I grinned, clutching my phone to my chest.

“Why not?” He gestured to Milly and Hazel. “They went to the trouble and I’m never wearing it again, so you might as well take a picture now.”

Practically humming with giddiness, I opened the camera and held it to Milly. “I want to be in it too.”

She was still wiping the tears of laughter from her eyes as she took the phone. I lowered to my haunches beside Roane, one hand on his shoulder for balance as I grinned at the camera.

It was only later, after Roane had taken off the silly shirt and said good night to me at the door to the store, that I looked up the photo on my phone to put it on Instagram. I was sitting in bed, still amused over the night’s events, when I opened the photo of us.

The smile dropped from my face.

Not because I was unhappy.

But because I was stunned.

While I beamed a bright smile toward the camera, Roane wasn’t even looking at Milly.

His head was turned toward me, and the raw, open adoration in his expression was breathtaking.

My eyes burned as I stared at the photo, unable to look away from him. No one had ever looked at me that way.

No one.

My chest suddenly felt tight, packed to the brim as it was with emotion.

I couldn’t put that photo on Instagram.

It was too personal.

For my eyes only.

“Fuck,” I whispered.

Somehow, I knew that photo had changed everything.

Sixteen

As I handed money to Milly for my breakfast, I reminded her to thank Dex for the delicious omelet I’d just enjoyed.

“Will do, lass.” She eyed me speculatively as she handed over my receipt. “Heard you’re spending the day at Roane’s farm?”

I was no longer surprised by other people knowing my business. It really did come with the territory of living in a tiny village. “Yeah, he’s picking me up.”

For almost two weeks I’d avoided spending time alone with Roane while I tried to get a handle on my emotions. However, he’d finally invited me out to his farm. It was two Sundays after the infamous lady porn photo, and despite my attempts to cajole Caro into joining us, I was going to be alone with Roane.

All day.