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I waved my hand. “Don’t worry about it. You don’t have to pretend to care.”

I walked away before he could say anything else, going to my room to work.

But I could have sworn I felt his eyes follow me the entire way. I got to my room and opened my text messages with Wren.

Cain can cook. Who knew?

Wren

Cain???

Hot farmer.

Oh, you’re using first names? Enemies to lovers confirmed!

I hate you.

Uh huh. Do you? Or do you wanna know when the first episode of the show airs?

TELL ME. I’m gnawing at the bars of my enclosure.

I appreciate your love. It’s next Tuesday at seven.

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CAIN

Strawberry Springs Neighborhood Watch

Kerry Winsor

I can’t believe it’s the last farmers market of the year next week! Where does the time go?

Comments:

Marjorie Brown: Think they’re selling melons?

Kerry Winsor: Marjorie, it’s October.

Atticus Thompson: Pumpkins are a melon.

Kerry Winsor: Did you mean pumpkins?@Marjorie Brown

Marjorie Brown: No.

Kerry Winsor: What is even happening here???

Marjorie Brown: Now who’s blowing a fuse?

Henrietta Brown: Honey, we talked about this.

Nashville was a fucking nightmare.

It had been years since I’d come here, and there wasa reason why. I hated the noise. I hated how everyone was constantly busy, never slowing down.

Mollie was like that, and it bothered me way too much.

But I had to be here to meet with the lawyer who could represent me in keeping Eric. I didn’t know if I could since Waldren had been confirmed to be his biological dad, but I had to try.

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