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take that?" she asks.
    I shut the phone off completely.  "I'm about to go drop it in the sink."
    She smirks.  She's so smug, like she knows me.  "Girl trouble?"
    "Or maybe I'm a doctor on call.  Did you ever think about that?"
    Autumn snorts.  "So, what's her name?" she asks.
    I shrug.  "Bambi?" I say, uncertainly.  "I don't actually know."
    She laughs and shakes her head, and it suddenly irritates me that she thinks I'm some kind of immature, womanizing asshole.  It's accurate, but I'm still annoyed by her assumption.
    But then she takes a bite of her chicken, and closes her eyes.  "Where'd someone like you learn to cook like this?"
    "Someone like me?"  I ask.  "Seriously, Red, you just trying to insult me, or does it come naturally to you?"
    Her face colors.  "Sorry," she says.  "I meant – well, you're living in a trailer down by the river by yourself and…"
    "So, what, you assume I'm so white trash I can't possibly know how to cook?"
    "That's not what I meant,” she says.
    I raise my eyebrows.  "This is hardly my finest work.  You need to stock your kitchen appropriately.  I mean, your kid is going to grow up thinking that crap you're feeding her is how food should taste."
    Autumn laughs, her eyes wide.  "Has anyone ever told you you're completely obnoxious?" she asks, shaking her head.  "Scratch that.  I imagine you get that all the time."
    I take a pull from my beer, looking her over.  Shit, I can't stop looking this chick over, even with her kid sitting right there.  "Ditto, sweetheart."
    "Actually, people don't tell me I'm obnoxious," she says, her tone haughty.  "And besides, it's not like I have lots of spare time to cook.  In case you haven't noticed, I'm running a business here."
    "And you have foreman problems," I note.  I watch her as she takes another bite of food and coos at her kid, who's shoveling handfuls of mashed potatoes into her mouth.
    "That was my third foreman."
    "You need to get better at picking 'em."  I say, swallowing another gulp of beer.
    "I may not be the best judge of character," she says.  The way she says it, heavy, makes me think there's a lot more to that statement than just this thing with the foreman.
    I don't ask what she means, because hell if I need to get involved in some chick's drama, even though I have to admit, part of me is curious about her story, how someone like her ends up in West Bend with a baby.  I don't know what kind of man lets a chick as hot as her go, but he has to be a moron.
    We eat in silence for a minute, or relative silence, anyway – her kid is babbling away, talking in what sounds like total gibberish to me, but Autumn seems to understand what she's saying.  Or at least she pretends to.  Autumn talks to her, and the kid's face lights up as she responds.
    "Kentucky," Autumn says, still looking at Olivia.
    "Excuse me?"  I'm not sure if she's talking to me or the kid, or if she has a case of Tourette's.
    "My accent," she says, looking at me.  Hell, her eyes are the greenest green I think I've ever seen.  "It's from Kentucky.  I don't know why I'm telling you that."
    "West Bend is a long way from Kentucky."  Shit, I sound like an idiot.  I can't come up with anything better than that?
    "I'm not an idiot, you know," she says.
    "Hell, where did that come from?  Did I say you were?"
    She shakes her head.  "Nope, but I know you thought it, when you were out here," she says.  "You think I have no idea what I'm doing, out here running an orchard.  And, well, I don't, not with the specifics of the orchard part anyway.  That's why I need a foreman.  But I know what I'm doing with making hard cider."
    I hold up my beer.  "Why are you offering me beer if you've got cider?"
    She shrugs.  "You look like a beer drinker," she says.  "Have you had my cider?"
    I almost say something lewd about what I'd like from her, but I bite my tongue.  She seems too tightly wound to appreciate it, and her kid is sitting right here.  "Can't say