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comes to three hundred and nineteen dollars, fifty-seven cents.”
    She paid up, then we got back in the RV. Soon as the door shut, I let him have it.
    “Do you ever stop running your mouth? You could have just cost me a client with your sarcastic remarks.”
    He shrugged as we pulled back onto the highway. “What can I say? I'm a jerk. Probably why I'm still single.”
    He offered no further explanation. As we drove toward Bastrop, I had to wonder why, exactly, he was still single. Sure, his good looks meant he could nab almost any woman he desired, but he wasn't in high school anymore.
    Max drove me back to the house. I gave him a little smile as I hopped down from the RV.
    “Hey, thanks for helping me out. You didn't have to do that, and I'm really glad you came along when you did.”
    “Maybe it's destiny, eh?” He winked. “If you really want to thank me, I know of a couple good ways.”
    He didn't hide the fact he was gawking at my boobs. I couldn't really blame him, either. I was barely three months pregnant and already I'd gained half a cup size.
    “What ways are those?”
    He killed the engine and came down to my level. For a moment he said nothing, as if waiting for me to figure it out myself.
    “You're the only girl who's ever turned me down,” he said at last.
    I laughed. “I should have figured it was about that. Tell me you haven't been dwelling on it for the past eleven years.”
    He stepped closer. “Not really. But every now and again, I think of you and I wonder why.”
    “You... You think about me?”
    To be honest, Max hadn't crossed my mind in years. If ever he did, it wasn't in a good way. Any guy who'd date three women at once – without any of them knowing – wasn't a decent man in my book.
    “I wasn't used to being denied back then, and I'm certainly not now.”
    “Still have an inflated ego, I see.”
    From out of nowhere, a pair of honeybees zipped by me, buzzing loudly as they danced in the air. One of them collided with Max's forehead. He slapped at it, jumped back, and shrieked like a little girl.
    “What the hell?” The bee dive bombed his head again. “This thing's trying to kill me.”
    “Stop smacking it, and it will go away. They don't sting unless they're really agitated.”
    “They?”
    I gestured to the handful of hives out in the field. “Trust me. I work with these guys all the time. I've only gotten jabbed twice.”
    He blanched. “You keep bees as pets? I thought the chickens were bad. Jesus, Anna.”
    The angry bee lost interest in him and flew off to pollinate some flowers. Max looked so shell shocked that I had to laugh.
    “They're not pets. I harvest their honey and sell it at market.”
    He cocked his head. “Never imagined you'd turn out to be a farmer. Back in high school, you were always talking about how sick of Bastrop you were. You had dreams. Planned to be a lawyer in the big city.”
    I frowned as memories of my former life in New York came back to me. “That's exactly what I did. But being an attorney was a soul-sucking experience. When I couldn't take it anymore, I broke down and came back home.”
    “And started a chicken farm? That's quite a change in career.”
    We strolled the path that led from my house to the garden. In the spring, it would be full of tomatoes, lettuce, all kinds of tender vegetables and herbs. Not much grew in this heat except for squash, okra, hot peppers and the like.
    “When I got back here, I didn't know what to do with myself – but I used to like helping on the farm back in the day. My parents owned this property back when dad was in the ranching business. They don't live here anymore, so he's letting me use it.”
    “It's impressive. You sure have put a lot of work into this.”
    I glanced at him. Couldn't tell if he was giving me a sincere compliment or just trying to get in my pants.
    Not that I would've minded the latter, even if sleeping with this playboy was sure to be a mistake.
    “Thanks. So what about