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She started laughing as she drove out of the parking lot. “All right. Maybe it’s not that much different when it comes to the content of the songs. But the music itself has evolved.”
At that moment, the radio station chose to play “Boot Scootin’ Boogie”, the 1992 hit by Brooks & Dunn.
“Uhhh …” Genevieve looked over at Kurtis, who simply shook his head.
“I rest my case.”
“This is an oldie but goodie,” she said through her laughter.
“If you say so,” he said with a grin.
“I do.” She teasingly stuck her nose in the air. “This is the music of my childhood, and I love it. I won’t apologize for that.”
“Wouldn’t want you to.” He turned the radio up, which earned him a smile.
Genevieve happily sang along while tapping her hand on the steering wheel and dancing in her seat. She could feel him watching her, and she lowered the volume a little and gave him a smile.
“So, you said yesterday that you grew up on a farm, and now I find out you love country music. Were you in the rodeo too?”
“As a matter of fact, I was.”
He laughed again. “I was kidding, but really? Tell me more about that.”
“I grew up on a farm about an hour south of here, and I competed in barrel racing with my horse, Charisma.”
“Charisma. That’s a great name.”
“She’s the best, but she’s getting up there in age now.” Her heart ached a little thinking about Charisma being taken care of by Luna and not her.
“Sorry to hear that.”
She suddenly felt something brush the side of her thigh. It was so slight and quick that she wasn’t sure it had happened at all. But when she glanced down, he was moving his hand to rest on his own knee, and from the way he was looking out the window with his bottom lip between his teeth, she knew he’d reached out and touched her leg, as if he was trying to comfort her over Charisma.
Did she make him as nervous as he made her? It appeared so, and she liked knowing that.
“How long have you worked at Schultz Chocolate?” she asked.
“Seems like forever.”
“Did you start out in the gift shop and work your way up? Because you seemed to know your way around the place.”
He laughed a little. “That’s just because I go in there every morning after the gym for a truffle.”
“You eat a truffle after working out? Doesn’t that sort of defeat the purpose?”
He shook his head. “Granny’s Truffles are good for you. You should eat at least one a day.”
“I’m sure they’re completely fat-free, sugar-free, gluten-free, and calorie-free, right?”
“Absolutely.”
They laughed together, and it felt so nice. It had been a few years since she’d been on a date. She mentally slapped herself. This isn’t a date.
“Are you allergic to gluten?” he asked. “You mentioned gluten-free.”
“No, but my mom would tell me that I should eat like I am. She wants me to stop eating just about any food that isn’t chicken, fish, or vegetable.”
His brow furrowed. “Why?”