“How about a confession?”

“I’m listening,” he assured her.

“This is the first time I’ve ever danced in a field of cows.”

“The cows are on the other side of the fence, so we’re actually dancing in a field beside a field of cows.”

“I stand corrected,” she said. “In a field beside a field of cows.”

He smiled then. “And if I kissed you now, would it be the first time you’ve ever been kissed in a field beside a field of cows?”

Her breath caught in her throat, but somehow she managed to respond, “It would be.”

“Then let’s make this a night of firsts,” he said and lowered his mouth to touch hers.

And then—

Oh. My. God.

—he was kissing her.

His lips were warm and firm and confident as they moved over hers, proving that the man had not just experience but some serious skill, and Haylee’s brain scrambled as she tried to keep up.

She’d been kissed before, of course, but never like this.

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