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I stopped myself.Don’t think about it.Don’t think about it.
“Oh my God,” she yelled. “I need to ... I’ve got to ... bye!”
Mollie ran inside, slamming the door behind her.
I adjusted my jeans.
What the hell was this woman doing to me?
“What are the chances we can pretend that never happened?” Mollie asked as she came back out.
“High,” I muttered. “But your lemon leggings aren’t gonna help.”
“These are Athleta.”
“Fine. Yourathleticleggings aren’t gonna help.”
She huffed. “Do youhaveto say it wrong?”
“There’s no point in me remembering them.”
“At least you’re being annoying. It’s distracting me from what happened.”
“And you brought it up again.”
“It’s not every day I unwillingly enter a wet T-shirt contest with someone who looks like you.”
“Looks like me?”
“You’re also in a T-shirt. And you’re surprisingly ripped.”
This wasn’t a good topic. In fact, it was a terrible one.
“I work on a farm.”
“It’s doing something for you. You would have won if the snakes weren’t the only judge.”
“That’s definitely not true. Especially considering you were working in a field without a bra.”
She sighed. “I was excited! Can you blame me?”
“Yes. It’s probably not the safest.”
“Oh, please. People used to work in fields in only overalls.”
I considered it. Then I consideredherin overalls and shook the thought from my head before my dick could catch on.
“Enough talk about ... this.” There were no other words for it. “Back to farming.”
“You’re no fun,” she said, but motioned for me to continue.
“You got lucky.” I looked at the irrigation lines, effectively changing the conversation. “It wasn’t all that bad. I think they could still work. Bennie replaced them not long before he died.”
“I’ll take any luck I can get. Now, once I finish the fields, I can get the membrane and plant them all.”
“How many fields are you planning?”
“Three.”