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returned to the kitchen. She’d put up a large quantity of tomatoes last year and used one of her last jars now to make spaghetti sauce. While she worked, she considered Mitch’s comment that his divorce wasn’t amicable. Hers had been, or reasonably so. She’d wanted the farm and Austin, and Rick hadn’t fought her on either, hadn’t even asked for joint custody. He called Austin every so often, sent him “guilt” gifts, but otherwise had stopped being his parent.

      When Austin was younger and less jaded, he’d cried a lot because of things his father did or didn’t do. Now he was more philosophical about it, especially once she’d convinced him it had nothing to do with him, but his father’s immaturity. She always said Rick loved him—and he did—but that he just didn’t know how to show it.

      If she gave Rick more credit than he deserved, that was okay. She only cared about how Austin felt.

      She and Rick had parted ways with sadness but resignation. They were better apart.

      So, what did “not amicable” mean? And why? Could she ask Mitch about it or wait for him tell her when—or if—he was ready?

      “None of your business,” she muttered as she added herbs to her tomato sauce. Except—had it scarred him in a permanent way?

      “Really none of your business,” she said aloud. She’d gathered greens from the garden earlier and now ripped them into pieces for salad, uncomfortable with how invested she already was in the stranger.

      She leaned around the kitchen door to speak to her son. “Time to wrap it up, honey.”

      “Hey, Annie!” Marissa shouted then came into the picture. “How’re you doing?”

      Annie wiped her hands on a kitchen towel as she approached the computer and crouched over Austin’s shoulder. “Everything’s going well. How about you?”

      “We found out I’m pregnant. With twins. Surprise!”

      Annie felt a twinge of envy. “Congratulations.”

      Marissa laughed. “Maybe. Hey, I’ll see you tomorrow around twelve-thirty.”

      “Thanks for inviting him.”

      The screen went blank. “Go see if you can help Mitch with the coop, please. It’ll be about a half hour until dinner.”

      “Okay.”

      Usually Bo was at his feet, but he’d already followed Mitch into the yard.

      Annie plopped into the computer chair. Marissa had always seemed fun and upbeat. She was pretty, although she wore quite a bit of makeup and always had her hair fixed just so. But then, maybe Marissa thought Annie didn’t spruce herself up enough.

      She tried to picture Mitch and Marissa together. She was tall and slender, when she wasn’t pregnant, anyway. They would look good as a couple.

      But looking good has nothing to do with being right for each other.

      “For heaven’s sake, stop obsessing,” she muttered, returning to the kitchen, prepping the garlic bread and finishing the salad before she called them in, wishing she had some hamburger to add to the sauce.

      By the time dinner was over, the dishes were done, and the chickens rounded up, they all landed in front of the television, worn-out.

      “Thanks for repairing the coop,” she said to Mitch.

      “Won’t hold forever.”

      “The story of my life.” She smiled. “I should rename this place Superglue Farm.”

      Austin was channel surfing but laughed.

      “Does the farm have a name?” Mitch asked. “There isn’t a sign out front.”

      “The Barn Yard. I had to get rid of the old sign, there was so little left of it. Someday I’ll build a new one.”

      “You’ve got plenty of wood from the old greenhouse,” Mitch said. “Rustic is a popular look, I understand.”

      “You mean I’d be in style? Imagine that.”

      “Austin and I could build you a sign in the morning before we finish up the high tunnel.”

      “Don’t forget I won’t be here after lunch,” Austin said earnestly. “And I don’t wanna be too dirty before they come pick me up.”

      Mitch smiled, appreciating the ploy for what it was. He’d tried to get out of work when he was that age, too, had gotten just as creative. “Well, maybe we should go build it now instead, before you shower.”

      Austin looked toward his mother, as if she would get him out of it somehow.

      But Annie only said, “I’ve got some outdoor paint in the barn.”

      “Aw, Mom.”

      Annie glanced at Mitch, her brows raised in question. He gave her a thumbs-up then a thumbs-down. She considered it for a few seconds then turned her thumb down.

      Mitch was struck by the sense they were working as a team. Parenting. It took him a moment to come up with something to say to the boy. “I guess you’ve worked hard enough for one day. But as for tomorrow, you know you can take a shower after lunch. I’d planned on having you dig a trench for the water lines in the high tunnel.”

      “Me? But … you’re the one with all the muscles!”

      Mitch laughed. “Gotcha.”

      Austin dived at Mitch, laughing, too. They tussled a bit. Bo joined in, too, at first protectively then barking and hopping, as if playing the game. It took Mitch back to childhood, wrestling with his brothers, challenging each other.

      Austin finally sat back, panting, rubbing his hands down Bo’s fur as he panted, too. “That was fun!”

      “Who wants dessert?” Annie asked, standing.

      “We have dessert?” Austin’s eyes went wide. “Or just peaches?”

      “Sugar cookies.”

      Austin’s arm shot up. “Me, Mom!”

      Mitch mimicked him. “Me, boss!”

      Austin finally found a TV program he wanted to watch. Annie was in the kitchen. Mitch had time to think. He should tell Annie his last name before she found out another way. If Austin talked about him and Marissa figured out her ex-husband was hiding out at the Barnard place, she would spread the word, maybe not maliciously but the result would be same.

      On the other hand, if Mitch told Annie, she would jump to the conclusion that he’d been there on behalf of his father. Why else keep his last name to himself? He doubted there was anything he could say to change her mind about that.

      Hell, he wouldn’t believe him, either.

      Not wanting to examine it further, he went into the kitchen. “Need help?”

      He caught her crying, quietly, smiling unapologetically, dabbing at her tears. “Thank you for playing with Austin. He’s missed out on so much, especially family life.”

      Mitch let her words sink in then came close, keeping his voice low. “I’m not going to be here long, Annie.”

      “Oh, I know. I know. It was just fun to see him like that. I know you’re leaving.”

      Maybe he should go now, before the boy got too attached. He hadn’t considered that. He’d just been enjoying him. “There are other places I can stay, you know. I could come back during the day and work, then not hang around. Then when the work’s done …”

      He let the words trail off, because he didn’t know how to finish the sentence. He should be just as worried about the attachments he was forming as he was about Austin. And Annie, too, maybe. Although hers might just be physical.

      “Marissa is pregnant with twins,” Annie said

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