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low on: flour, sugar, bleach for the laundry room, bread,
beef—steaks as well as ground—apples, noodles, and some cheese. I wanted some
of the yogurt-bites that Addie seemed to like, diapers, a four-pack of the supplement
drink she preferred, a bottle of wine for myself, and a few other odds and
ends. Mom had given me cash to cover the stuff for the household; I would pay
for Addie’s stuff out of my own money.
    I
headed outside after giving my mom and my baby each a kiss goodbye. I spotted
Dad, Tuck, and Cade out in the fields and decided that since I didn’t want Mom
to have to make another run, I’d check in and see if there was anything else my
brother or Dad needed. There was also dinner to consider; since it was a
Friday, my dad had invited Cade to stay after they finished up for the day to
eat with us.
    I
had—or at least I told myself that I had—gotten used to the presence of the
good-looking man on the farm every day. He was easy on the eyes, friendly and
polite, but I could ignore him while I went about my own chores, and it wasn’t
that often that my chores brought me out into the fields, so I didn’t have to
talk to him much.
    I
strode over to where the guys were taking a break, drinking some water. “Hey,
Dad; hey, Tuck. Hi, Cade,” I said, trying my best not to blush. “I’m headed out
to the store to pick up a few things—do either of you need anything in
particular?”
    “I
could use some more of those coffee packets you bought the last time,” Dad
said.
    “And,
I’m out of jerky,” Tuck told me. I made a mental note of both of the things to
add to the list.
    “Anything
else?”
    “I
think my razor’s out of replacement blades,” Tuck told me, I shrugged and made
a note of that, as well. Dad wanted bananas, Tuck needed batteries and
Gatorade.
    “Any
thoughts on what you might like to have for dinner, Cade?” I looked at the farm
hand and my heart stuttered in my chest.
    “It’s
free food,” Cade pointed out. “I’ve got no grounds to be picky.”
    “I
didn’t say for sure that I’d make what you want,” I countered. “I just wanted a
good pool of ideas to choose from.”
    “I’ve
been craving my mom’s fried chicken lately,” Cade told me. He shrugged. “But
you aren’t my mom—so it’s not likely you’d be able to take care of that
craving.” I raised an eyebrow at that.
    “I
may not make it the exact same way that she does, but I could probably make a
fried chicken dinner that would satisfy,” I told him.
    “Fried
chicken is supposed to be for Sundays,” Tuck said, though his voice sounded at
least a little excited at the prospect.
    “That
was back in the day,” I told him tartly. “Now that we live in the 21 Century,
we could have fried chicken every day if we wanted to. Ain’t modern life
grand?”
    I
made a mental list of what I would need if I wanted to make fried chicken. I’d
need to buy a chicken—none of ours were worth having their neck wrung just yet,
and anyway I didn’t feel like doing the extra work. I was getting flour and a
few other things anyway. Ideally, I’d want to have an extra day to make fried
chicken happen, so I could brine the pieces in buttermilk—but Cade’s comment
about his mom’s fried chicken made me want to rise to the challenge, even if he
hadn’t intended to issue one.
    “I’ll
be on my way,” I told the three men out in the field, walking back towards my
mom’s SUV, which she let me borrow to go shopping since my own car didn’t have
enough room in it for groceries. “Y’all stay hydrated out here.”
    I
glanced over my shoulder for just a second when I came to the fence at the end
of the field, and saw that Cade hadn’t quite gone back to work, but he was
obviously getting refocused on the task at hand. My heart beat a little bit
faster in my chest at the sight of him in his long-sleeved tee shirt and jeans,
sweaty and gorgeous. I calmed myself down and found my keys in my purse,
reminding myself to