Page 33 of Prime Time Romance

I nearly choke on my bread. “Did you just say you’re a farmer?”

She laughs. “I completely get that face you’re making. Not exactly what I thought I’d be either. But I took an agriculture course randomly at State, and I got hooked. I own a farm on the south side of the island. Two horses, three goats, and a whole bunch of chickens.” She holds up the cheese. “This is from my goats, Betty and Veronica. You should come to see the farm sometime.”

Spencer holds up his bread. “It’s really beautiful.”

“You’ve been?” The goat-cheese taste in my mouth turns bitter.

“Yeah.” Spencer nods, answering my question. “Luce picked me up early. She gave me a tour before we met you guys.”

A lump of something forms at the back of my throat. It feels almost like a tiny piece of bread is stuck. But it lingers no matter how much I try to swallow it away.

Tonight is not going how I wanted it to—at all.

Spencer shouldn’t be canoodling with Luce. He should be pining after Sloan, waiting for the perfect moment to tell her how he feels.

“Well, Fletch and I had a great day too.” I lean my head on Josh’s shoulder, trying a different tactic.

Josh, however, does not get the memo and shifts his body so that my head slides off.

“We’re calling that great, huh?”

I smile as if he’s joking. “Totally. We drove around a bit. Went to Pop’s.”

Josh snorts.

I attempt to whack him in the ribs with the back of my hand. However, he fully anticipates this move, catching my fingers in his before I make contact. He holds my hand for a moment and squeezes before setting it down on the blanket.

It’s a move I fully interpret as a warning message. A firm but clear Watch it, Brynn.

Spencer, however, sees something else.

All of a sudden, he shifts from giving Luce admiring looks to staring daggers at Josh.

“So, Fletch.” Spencer sits up from his elbows. “You still working at the bar?”

Josh shrugs. “Apparently.”

“And Sherry’s still running the show?”

Josh nods. “She appears to be.”

“I’ll bet you’re hoping to get out of there soon.”

Josh laughs a slow, low chuckle. “You have no idea, man.”

This is good.

Exactly what I hoped would happen.

“Josh is a really great bartender.” I give Josh the same look Spencer gave Luce about the cheese.

“Who’s Josh?” Spencer looks understandably confused.

“I meant Fletch,” I say, backtracking. “Josh is just the nickname I call him sometimes.”

Spencer’s eyes darken. “Are you guys…together?”

“No, no, no. We’re just friends!” I answer, then realize I like how he’s looking at me. “But who knows.” I keep my tone light. “Now that we’re all back in Carson’s Cove, anything can happen.”