His gaze lifted briefly, meeting hers. A quiet and intent look flickered there before he looked back down. “Yep,” he said softly. “Just bruised.” He rose and walked to the freezer, returning a moment later with a bag of ice wrapped in a kitchen towel.
She shifted in the chair as he placed it gently against her knee. Cold shot through the joint. She hissed.
“Sorry.”
“Not your fault.”
He kept one hand lightly on the towel for a moment, steadying it. His fingers brushed the outside of her thigh through the oversized sweats before he straightened again.
Desire zinged through her so quickly she nearly fell against the table. What was wrong with her? She worked around handsome men all the time.
“Keep that there while I get dessert,” he said. “It’s a pie made by Dawn Freeze that I bought at a fundraiser a few days ago. Huckleberry.”
Bianca brightened immediately. Huckleberries had been her favorite fruit as a kid. She lifted her glass of wine. “Yes, doctor.”
Adam returned with two generous slices.
She took one bite and nearly groaned.
Adam’s gaze lifted slowly from his plate.
She cleared her throat and straightened. “This house would be perfect for filming.”
“It’s not a good idea.” Adam dug into his pie.
Irritation rippled through her. “Why not?”
He sighed. “First, the town is in the middle of spring cattle season, and we don’t have time to deal with tourists and city people who get lost and get in the way. Second, we’d rather not be discovered and have a bunch of them buy up land to use one week a year. Third, that kind of thing never goes smoothly.”
She lowered her chin. “I’ll make sure it does.” There wasn’t a choice. She couldn’t let Randi down. Not this time. Her phone buzzed on the counter, and she jumped.
“I grabbed your bag from the car when we left,” he noted, stretching one arm over his head to grab the phone. All sorts of impressive muscle shifted when he did so. He handed it over.
“Hello?” she answered.
“Hey. It’s Dawn Freeze. I heard you were in an accident. Are you all right?” Dawn asked.
Bianca blinked. “How did you hear that?” She’d only been at Adam’s for an hour. Tops.
“From Mrs. Milbury at the store,” Dawn said easily. “I don’t know where she heard it.”
Bianca made a face at Adam. “I’m fine, Dawn. Thank you for asking. Have you thought any more about us filming at your place? By the barn?” Although maybe most of the filming could be done at Maggie’s house, now.
Dawn’s sigh was heavy. “Hawk said no way. He’s usually reasonable, but it’s calving season, and we’re in full force here. He’s right. We don’t have time or room for movie people right now. If you could just come back in a few months…”
Bianca laughed. “There’s always the next movie.” She chatted a bit more with Dawn before ending the call. “How do you suppose she knew about the wreck?”
“I called Mrs. Shiller and told her not to worry about you for dinner,” Adam said.
Bianca slipped her phone onto the table, her body warming. That was incredibly sweet. Not only that Adam had called, but that Mrs. Shiller might’ve been worried.
Adam’s phone, also on the counter, dinged. “What is going on tonight?” he grumbled, reaching for it. “What?” he snapped.
Bianca chuckled. Why was his crankiness sexy?
“Oh,” he muttered. “Is that a fact?” His chin lowered as he looked at Bianca.
She chilled.