That’s why I can’t look at her today. My eyes need to stay focused and alert to my surroundings.
And then Annie cackles from her booth, and like a damn siren call in the night, I turn right to her. My gaze lingers, and I don’t understand how just the sight of someone can feel so good. God, she’s beautiful. No overalls today—which is oddly disappointing—but instead she’s wearing a pair of distressed jeans and a white T-shirt with her shop logo on it. Her hair is pulled up in a ponytail, and a few little strands have fallen out and cling to her neck because of how humid it is out here.
She looks so damn good.
And sounds good.
And for the first time in a long time, I wish I weren’t stuck here doing my job. I want to be over there with her. I want to know how her day has gone and if she’s having fun. How her tattoo is healing and if she remembered to put lotion on it today. I want to touch my lips to her glimmering neck and taste the sweat from her skin. But I can’t—not only because that’s not the kind of relationship we have but because I’m on duty right now.
But before I look away and mentally commit to not looking at her again the rest of the afternoon, I take out my phone and snap a picture of her laughing behind her booth. I’m collecting all these photos and will send them to her when I leave town because the woman deserves to have pretty pictures of herself. I’ll delete them from my phone once I send them to her. I will. I really will. There would be no reason for me to keep them after I leave because I’ll move on and get back to life as normal. I won’t let myself miss Annie. I won’t.
I pocket my phone and turn to watch Amelia, and…
Shit.
I lost sight of her. She was standing with Noah over by the produce booth and now she’s gone, and Noah is over with Annie. Where’s backpack guy? He’s gone too. Adrenaline kicks through me as my eyes scan the crowd from behind my sunglasses. I keep my face neutral and try to project a relaxed demeanor even though inside I’m running in circles and thinking up worst-case scenarios. But the last thing I need is for anyone watching us to know I’ve lost track of her.
I’m suddenly thumped on the back. I spin around and find Amelia. I’m torn between sighing with relief and chewing her out for slipping out of sight.
“Why are you standing so far away from us today?” she asks with her hands on her hips.
I steady my breathing and glance around again. Always watching the perimeters. I messed up just now losing my head for a second, and I won’t let that happen again. “Could you please stay where I can see you at all times?”
Amelia’s eyebrows fly up when she detects my curt tone. “Sure. But you know? It would be a lot easier to keep track of me if you’d just come hang out with us.”
I refrain from grinding my teeth together. “I can’t effectively do my job that way.”
“Why are you talking to me like a robot?”
“Because,” I say looking around the area again. “I’m on the job. You shouldn’t even be talking to me now. You’re going to draw attention.” I have two modes. Playful and serious. And despite the fact that I love to socialize, love to flirt, and would absolutely enjoy every second of hanging out at Annie’s booth with everyone, I’m working and therefore fully committed to serious.
“We’re in Rome, Kentucky, Will. There is practically zero threat.”
“Practically being the key word there. Your management wouldn’t have hired me if they thought the threat was zero.”
Amelia sighs. “Just come hang out for a minute with us. I feel weird having you stand so far away when we’re all over there.”
“Why the hell would you feel weird? It’s how we’ve always operated in places like this.”
“Yeah, but…things are different now.”
Ah—now I see.
I look sharply down at Amelia and then away. “I’m worried about you, Amelia. You seem to be under the illusion that I’m suddenly a different person since coming to Rome. But I am still very much me—an EPA doing his job until he gets released and sent to a new one. So please go back over there and hang out with your fiancé and don’t slink off again.”
“You’re crabby today.”
Yeah, I’m crabby today. I’m crabby because I just messed up on the job for the first time in…ever. And although nothing came of it—I’m well aware of everything that could have happened. The worst part is, I’m trying as hard as I can to take this anger and project it onto Annie in a way that will make me repulsed by the idea of her and want to pull away. But I can’t. Instead, I’m just grumpier because I have to focus even harder now and not go over there and spin her around and kiss her watermelon-pink mouth.