“What about? Catering the wedding? Yes, I told you I would love to!” “No. I mean, yes, about the wedding, but also about you opening a business. I was talking about it with Nate. He agreed it would be a fantastic idea. There isn’t anyone nearby who is doing anything like that, you’d have an open field, could provide something that is sorely lacking.” Holt paused, stopping dead in his tracks as he had been headed toward the kitchen. He frowned. He hadn’t known Yasmine had been thinking of starting a catering business. But why that should surprise him he had no idea. She was definitely a woman of purpose. It had been nearly a week since his encounter with Yasmine in the horse stable. A week of her avoiding him. A week of remembering their explosive kiss in the barn. A week of thinking of her, nonstop. With both of them living in the house, it had made it difficult for her to avoid him completely, but she’d managed to not be in the same room with him alone at any given time.
