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I waved my hand. “Don’t worry about it. You don’t have to pretend to care.”
I walked away before he could say anything else, going to my room to work.
But I could have sworn I felt his eyes follow me the entire way. I got to my room and opened my text messages with Wren.
Cain can cook. Who knew?
Wren
Cain???
Hot farmer.
Oh, you’re using first names? Enemies to lovers confirmed!
I hate you.
Uh huh. Do you? Or do you wanna know when the first episode of the show airs?
TELL ME. I’m gnawing at the bars of my enclosure.
I appreciate your love. It’s next Tuesday at seven.
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CAIN
Strawberry Springs Neighborhood Watch
Kerry Winsor
I can’t believe it’s the last farmers market of the year next week! Where does the time go?
Comments:
Marjorie Brown: Think they’re selling melons?
Kerry Winsor: Marjorie, it’s October.
Atticus Thompson: Pumpkins are a melon.
Kerry Winsor: Did you mean pumpkins?@Marjorie Brown
Marjorie Brown: No.
Kerry Winsor: What is even happening here???
Marjorie Brown: Now who’s blowing a fuse?
Henrietta Brown: Honey, we talked about this.
Nashville was a fucking nightmare.
It had been years since I’d come here, and there wasa reason why. I hated the noise. I hated how everyone was constantly busy, never slowing down.
Mollie was like that, and it bothered me way too much.
But I had to be here to meet with the lawyer who could represent me in keeping Eric. I didn’t know if I could since Waldren had been confirmed to be his biological dad, but I had to try.