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I let out a sigh. “You needactualwork clothes if you’re gonna be doing this full time, not whatever you brought from the city.”
“I hate shopping by myself. Who am I supposed to go with to get opinions on how I look? The only person I know who wears work clothes is currently filming a TV show.”
“I’ll take you.”
She blinked. “What?”
“Come on, princess. I can tolerate a little bit of shopping.”
She raised her eyebrow. “And food?”
“We’re supposed to be seen together, aren’t we?”
“Fine, but I’m helping you this morning.”
I opened the door for her. “And once you feel how cold it is, you’ll regret it.”
Mollie didn’t complain, but I could tell she was freezing. Fall was giving way to winter, and even with her jacket, it wasn’t enough. Hennifer immediately jumped at her when the coop opened, which resulted in one hell of a rip on the shoulder of her cheap hoodie.
“What do I need to do to make her like me?”
“It might just be you.”
“Unfair,” she pouted, but focused her attention on the other hens. “S-see?” she said when she was able to pick up a chicken, one that Eric had named Jumpy. “N-not all hate me.”
“Usually, she’s a runner.”
“I must have an aura.”
“The only aura you have is cold. Your lips are turning blue.”
“No one asked you to look.”
I rolled my eyes and unzipped my jacket as I pulled her to me. “Get over here.”
“But s-shouldn’t we do our usual banter?” Her cold nose pressed into my neck. “Damn, you’re so warm.”
“We’re going to the square right after this,” I said, rubbing my arms up and down her back. “It was originally cute when you were underprepared. Now it’s dangerous.”
“You think I’m cute?”
I hid a smile as I pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Some days.”
“Who knew that just a little bit of time would turn you into a softie?”
“I’m many things, but I’m not that.”
“You are where it counts.” Her hands fisted in my shirt again. “The town willsee it soon.”
My entire face flushed, and I wondered if it would help her warm up faster. I was having thoughts I didn’t know what to do with, like taking her back to either one of our bedrooms and completely forgetting any plans we had for the day.
But the moment was broken by the sound of her stomach rumbling. “Sorry,” she said as she pulled away. “I didn’t eat much yesterday.”
“Let me go milk the cows and wash up. Then we’ll get breakfast and clothes.”
“Really?”
“Yes. And if you don’t wanna be alone, Eric’s up. I bet he’ll bother you as much as you want.”