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Kerry Winsor: Probably was Cain blowing a fuse lol
Tammy Jane: This is a place for REAL info.
Henrietta Brown: Probably a squirrel in the transformer again.
Kerry Winsor:@SherriffMike Finch, info?
SherriffMike Finch: Do I look like an electrician to you?
As much asI wanted to pretend I could learn to do everything Cain did, I’d only taken in about twenty-five percent of everything I’d observed.
It seemed pointless to follow him around. He was a natural with animals. Even the evil chicken loved him. As well as everycow we’d seen. And he seemed to like them too. He almostsmiledat them.
Until he had been reminded that I was there.
I liked animals, but I knew that there was no way I could be as efficient as he was, and I wasn’t sure if I even wanted to. My passion was the berries. My passion was Papa Bennie’s legacy.
Which laid to the front of the farm.
I didn’t want to fire him in the first place. Firing him meant kicking him out of the home he’d lived in for a long time. And possibly the one that Eric had known for most of his life. I just wanted him to respect me, to know that I was serious about this. While coming out here might have been a last-second decision, working on the farm wasn’t.
Cain left to get Eric at three, and I managed to check my laptop for the day. I hadn’t planned on taking the day off, but I also didn’t realize how much work went into washing and storing hundreds of eggs and getting milk ready to be shipped off for pasteurization.
Of course, Dad didn’t understand that, and I’d already gotten multiple messages from him asking why I wasn’t working. I messaged back that I was online now and would get everything done.
I got a few minutes of focusing in before I received a text.
Wren
Checking in. How is farm life? How is the town? HOW IS HOT FARMER?
The town is great. Farm life is also great. As for the hot farmer ... He hates me. I hate him.
Enemies to lovers?
Enemies to enemies, really. How is hot costar?
I see your deflection. And I accept it. He is hotter in person. And flirtier.
YESSS! CLIMB HIM LIKE A TREE.
Working on my arm strength as we SPEAK.
I laughed and put down my phone, only to see a car pull into the driveway.
It was a fancy one I hadn’t seen before. I was pretty sure Cain didn’t take too kindly to guests, but I also didn’t know him well enough to know who he had coming to the farmhouse.
There was a loud knock on the door. In the city, I’d avoided all door interactions if I could.
Did the same go for out here?
The knock sounded again, and I knew I couldn’t delay it any longer.
“Hi,” I said as I opened the door. “Can I help you?”
The man in front of me was older, with a graying mustache and a round belly shoved into a three-piece suit. He looked me up and down. “So, you’re the wife, right?”