Page 48 of Forever with the Farmer's Daughter
I can hear the teasing smile in his voice and a slight blush forms on my cheeks. I look over at them as I begin to make a fresh pot of coffee. “Morning.”
I’ve known Craig long enough to know his happiness over seeing me here with his brother is genuine. Cameron walks over to me and wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me into his side. I look up at him and grin, welcoming the quick kiss he gives me. “Hey, beautiful.”
“Hey,” I reply softly. “I hope you don’t mind, I borrowed one of your shirts.”
“Not at all, I told you to make yourself at home.”
I pat his solid chest. “Good because that’s exactly what I did. Breakfast will be ready in a few minutes, so wash up.”
He grins and I think he’s going to tease me for being bossy. Instead, he releases me and waits for Craig to finish at the sink “Yes, ma’am.”
Craig dries his hands and hands the towel to Cameron when he’s finished. “Anything we can help you with?”
I shake my head as I remove the skillet from the oven, followed by the sheet pan with the bacon on it. “I think I have it under control, but can you pour us all some coffee if you don’t mind.” Craig sets about filling our cups as I plate up the bacon. “You guys should probably make a grocery run I used your last package of bacon. Thankfully you had enough eggs in the refrigerator to make a decent frittata.”
The confused look on Craig’s face is almost comical. Cameron looks clueless as well but doesn’t ask. Craig on the other hand, does. “A what?”
I laugh as I cut into the fluffy concoction in the skillet. “It’s basically an omelet you bake instead of cooking on top of the stove. This one has onion, cheese, and tomato and of course, I made some bacon.”
I hand a plate to Craig, and then one to Cameron, each with large slices before placing two smaller pieces on a plate for myself. Cameron eyes my plate suspiciously. “Are you sure you have enough? You’re welcome to some of mine.”
I shake my head. “Don’t worry about me, I had two slices of toast and some of that incredible blackberry jelly with my first cup of coffee, and I plan to eat my share of bacon.”
We all take our seats and dive into our breakfast. Cameron takes a bite and then reaches for a piece of bacon. “Thanks for making breakfast, Samantha, this is delicious.”
Craig nods in agreement, already loading his fork with another bite. I look up and watch him, he glances up and smiles at me. “I’m glad you like it. What do y’all have planned today?”
Craig is the first to speak. “Well, usually we take care of the barn and then head to the diner for an early lunch.”
“But today,” Cameron says as he takes over the conversation. “Someone was nice enough to make us breakfast, so it looks like we have some free time.”
After we cleanup from breakfast, Craig heads upstairs to gather the laundry and then makes a list of things he needs from the store. Since I basically used the last of their food for breakfast, Cameron volunteered us to make the grocery run.
As Cameron finishes drying the last dish, he tosses the dishtowel on the counter and holds out his hand to me. “Take a walk with me?”
I smile and place my hand in his. “I’d love to.” Cameron takes my hand and walks me out the door. I brush my hand over the front of his shirt I’m wearing. “I guess we should probably stop by the house so I can change clothes before we head to the store.”
His eyes quickly rake over me before he scoffs and pulls me closer to his side. “As sexy as you look wearing my shirt, there’s not a chance in hell that’s happening.”
I smile up at him. “Well, when you put it like that.”
Cameron kisses my temple; his thumb moves back and forth over my hand as we walk the property. I can tell he has something on his mind, but if there’s one thing I’ve learned about men, it’s they’ll share when they’re ready and not a moment before.
When we reach a trail, Cameron directs us down it until we reach a clearing. “I remember this place. We used to come out here on Saturday nights and have bonfires.”
Cameron grins, eyes lighting up with a memory. “Yeah, my parents were cool. They figured if they allowed us to have the bonfire with our friends, we weren’t out causing trouble or drinking and driving.” Perplexed, he looks over at me. “Funny though, I don’t remember seeing you here.”
I shrug as I look out over the now overgrown field. “I was too nervous to come out here my freshman year. But my sophomore year and beyond, I was here every Saturday.” I look up at him thoughtfully. “I think that’s when Craig and I started to become such good friends. He would pour out his heart to me after seeing Susie Dixon with someone else, devastated she wouldn’t give him a chance.”
Cameron chuckles remembering his brother’s long-time crush. “Susie Dixon, I wonder whatever happened to her?”
“She’s a teacher in West Virginia.”
“Of course, I forgot you would know.”
He releases my hand and wraps his arm around my shoulders pulling me into his side. “So, tell me Samantha Kincaid, is your dad going to meet me at the door with a shotgun when I take you home?”
I laugh at his question. “You mean because I spent the night with you last night?” He nods and I shake my head. “They know.”
