of the bed, trying to get her hands to stop shaking. A snake! A damned snake! If anyone had told her they had snakes here, she would have stayed in Chicago.
Rollin and Kevin made their way back to the truck, laughing with each other. No doubt she was the topic of conversation.
âGlad I could make your day, fellas,â she said.
Rollin looked from Kevin back to her. âIâm sorry, we werenât talking about you. Hereâs your blackberries.â He set the basket next to her.
âThank you.â
âIâm sorry your first morning turned out to be such a dramatic one. Guests usually donât encounter snakes this soon.â
âSo it usually takes a few days before snakes show up?â she asked sarcastically.
âOh, theyâre out here every day. You startled that one, thatâs all. Next time, make some noise and itâll slither away.â
âNext time! Oh, I donât plan on coming back out here. Iâll eat all my meals in town if I have to.â
Rollin nodded. âThatâll get pretty expensive.â
âI can afford it.â
âMaybe you can.â He stretched his arms over his head. âGuess I was right when I said you might not last a month. I can spot a quitter from miles away.â
He touched a nerve and she straightened up. âIâm not a quitter. I just donât play with snakes.â
He shrugged. âJust stay out of the blackberry bushes, then everything will be okay. What do you say?â
She looked at his outstretched hand, waiting for her to accept it, then looked away. She wasnât making any promises.
âWhat do you have to lose? Youâll eat some good food and might even make a new friend.â
She raised a brow at him. â You want to be my new friend?â
âI wasnât thinking about me, but Rita. Sheâll be disappointed if she canât cook for you. After these guys leave she wonât have guest to cook for.â
He still hadnât persuaded her.
âSay yes, and Iâll do my best to keep the snakes away.â
He smiled and those big dimples mesmerized her. It took a few seconds to turn from his gaze and pull herself together.
âOkay, but no more blackberries.â She accepted his hand.
Chapter 4
T he next morning, no one rode to the fields because, luckily, theyâd picked enough food the day before.
Tayler took advantage of the free time and ventured out to the porch after breakfast with her laptop. Minutes later, Forrest joined her.
âThis feels wonderful, doesnât it?â
Tayler turned to Forrest, who sat in one of the big white rocking chairs across the porch from her.
âYes, it does. We have a nice breeze.â She smiled and turned back to her laptop.
âYou donât get this in the city.â He took a deep breath. âJust smell that air. No car exhaust or garbage. Just clean country air, the way God intended it to be.â
Tayler cut her eyes at Forrest. Whatâs so damned special about the air?
âWhatâs that youâre working on? I thought you said you were on vacation.â
âI am, but Iâm still trying to keep up with workâyou know how it is. Itâs hard to take a vacation when you have so many responsibilities.â
He crossed his legs in her direction. âSo what do you do?â
She took a deep breath and thought of a way to explain what she did so heâd understand. âI oversee a team that installs data communications lines all around the world.â
Forrest whistled. âSounds like a lot of work. Too bad they canât manage without you.â
âOh, they can. I just like to keep tabs on everything.â
âSo youâre somewhat of a micromanager?â
âNo, not really.â She hated that phrase. âI just like to be available if Iâm needed.â
âWe used to have backups for vacations and such.â
âI have a