“I’m actually a fantastic investor.” He said this simply. “Grew it from scratch. Kind of like my crops.”
“Seriously?”
“I never joke about money, Harwood. I have absolutely nothing against coming by it honestly.”
Well, this was rather interesting. She studied him, freshly intrigued.
He hiked a brow nonchalantly.
“So where do you get the ties?”
There was a funny little beat of silence then.
“My brother sends them to me.”
She wasn’t certain whether the cautious way he delivered the sentence was because of his decidedly ambivalent relationship with his brother or because he just hadn’t wanted to tell her that because it was just too much intimacy for seven thirty in the morning.
Most likely he anticipated that answer would just lead to more questions.
“So, on the subject of goats. Do you mind if the Hummingbirds meet all your goats today and learn about them?”
“No,” he said shortly. “Not at all,” he added.
She studied him for the truth of that. As far as she could tell, he was perfectly sincere. Despite himself, Mac liked sharing what he knew.
She would wager good money that Mac had actually had a good time with the Hummingbirds the other day.
She could feel a treacherous little glow starting up around her heart at the thought.
“I was thinking after that I can give them lunch at the picnic table and maybe you could tell them about winter vegetables. What do you think?”
He regarded her pensively for a long, silent moment, as if he were mulling a philosophical conundrum.
“I think...” he said thoughtfully, “...you should take off your shirt. Right now.”