I was out back two days later, checking out the barn and trying to decide if I should do my painting in there or convert one of the rooms in the house, when I heard a vehicle pull in the driveway. Dali took off and started barking immediately, so I was obliged to save my visitor from licks and slobber.
I frowned as I trudged to the front, not sure who on earth would be coming over, unless the Realtor needed something. I turned the corner and stumbled to a stop. I did not want to talk to Asher right now. Hell, not ever, if I could help it. And the way the sun made his hair burn and my fingers itch for a paintbrush could go to hell.
“Kaylie, please,” he said in a voice that was deeper than in his teens and still as distracting. No way was my body reacting to that. Shut up.
“My name is Kay
