Page 16 of Forever with the Farmer's Daughter
He disappears into the house before I have a chance to ask him what he means or let him know he doesn’t have to worry, if she gives me a chance that is.
Samantha
Idrop three boxes ofinstant pudding into my cart and check another thing off the grocery list in my hand. I push my cart to the end of the aisle and collide with an oncoming customer causing a loud rattle. Everyone around us turns to assess the damage.
Completely embarrassed, I begin to ramble my apology. “Oh my gosh! I am so sorry.”
A low chuckle finds my ear and goosebumps cover my skin. “It’s okay. No damage done. Which is good because Aunt Jane had these jars special ordered.”
I glance into the cart where six-gallon jars sit. “What in the world is Miss Jane going to do with jars that size?”
Cameron grins, “We’re harvesting cucumbers next week, Aunt Jane and Aubrey are canning pickles to pass out as samples at the fair.”
“What a great idea. I have no idea what to use to draw people to our booth.”
“Ice cream,” Cameron says as if it’s the most natural choice.
“Ice cream? We’re a dairy, not a creamery, we don’t make ice cream.”
He tilts his head. “Your sister used to.”
Still confused, I continue to stare at him blinking several times, but I have no memory of my sister making ice cream. “Which one?”
He laughs. “You really don’t know?”
“No, I have no clue.”
“Christine. She and the other cheerleaders used to make homemade ice cream a couple of times a week for the team after practice. I’m pretty sure that’s how she got Warren to ask her out.”
“How did I not know this?”
Cameron shrugs. “You were probably too busy learning how to raise a Grand Champion steer.”
I laugh and his grin turns into a devastating smile. “Must have been. Ice cream is a great idea, but there’s no way I could make the amount needed for the fair by myself. I'm not even sure we have more than one churn.”
"Maybe not, but I'm sure Aunt Jane has one or two. Momma may have had one too. And I'm sure Aubrey would be happy to help."
I cock my head, a teasing smile on my lips. "Do you really think Aubrey’s ever made homemade ice cream before?"
Cameron chuckles and shakes his head. "Probably not, but I have a feeling she'd love to learn."
"You're right there. However, you do realize she's about to have a baby. I'm sure Aubrey has enough to do already."
He gives a shrug of his broad shoulders. "I'll help you."
I shake my head. “I couldn’t ask you to do that.”
“You didn’t, I volunteered.”
“Why?”
Confused by my question Cameron echoes my question back at me. “Why?”
“Yeah, why would you want to help me make ice cream for the fair?”
“It’s the neighborly thing to do, isn’t it? When you see someone with a need, you help them out. I mean, that's what people used to do here. If they've stopped, I'm going to be sorely disappointed in my fellow Blossom Creek residents.”
I smile and shake my head, still confounded by his willingness to help but decide to take it for what it is, help from a neighbor. "No, your faith in humanity can stay intact, we still help each other around here."
