Page 37 of Forever with the Farmer's Daughter
Craig chuckles as he stretches out his legs. “I have a feeling next year’s going to be a lot different than you think.”
I have an idea of what he’s talking about, but I’m curious to hear his perspective. “What makes you say that?”
“Well, by the time the season gets rolling next year, Kenny and Aubrey’s baby will be almost nine months old, and you and Samantha are either going to be knee-deep in finalizing wedding plans or newlyweds.”
I raise a brow at him. “Getting a little ahead of yourself, don’t you think?”
Craig stands from his seat and stretches. “Not based on what I saw tonight. You and Sam are a good match. Hell, I already love her like a sister, you might as well make official.” I huff a laugh as he slaps me on the shoulder. “I’m going to head to bed. See you in the morning.”
I shake my head. “Night, brother.”
Craig walks to the stairs and stops as his foot lands on the first step. “Hey, Cam. Before you think about starting a life with Sam, you might want to work on the demons you’re fighting.”
“I’m not…”
He shakes his head. “I still sleep across the hall from you, remember? I don’t know what happened, but I’m here if you ever want to talk. If you don’t want to talk to me, find someone you can talk to.”
I nod in recognition of his words, and he proceeds up the stairs leaving me sitting alone in the living room with even more to think about now.
Samantha
The smell of bacon andfreshly brewed coffee greets me as I make my way downstairs Saturday morning.
Momma is pulling a pan of biscuits out of the oven when I walk into the kitchen. “Good morning, sweetheart. How was the cookout?”
“Morning, Momma. So much fun. We had a great time.” I pour three cups of coffee. “What do you need me to do?”
“I think I have everything ready, but if you don’t mind setting the table?”
“Not at all.” I move toward the drawer that holds the silverware and take out three settings. As I reach for the cabinet door where the plates are stored, the screen door opens behind me, and Daddy comes walking in.
“Amy, do you have room for one more?”
Daddy’s question makes me curious as another set of footsteps sounds behind him. I glance over my shoulder to see Cameron walking into the kitchen. He sweeps the baseball cap off his head and smiles at Momma. “Morning ma’am.”
“Cameron, so nice to see you. Have you eaten breakfast yet?”
His eyes cut to me, and he winks before he answers. “No ma’am.”
“Well then, you’re just in time. Samantha, set an extra place please.”
“Yes ma’am.” I reach up to the cabinet to get the plates and feel Cameron behind me.
“Here, let me.”
I look up at him and smile, relishing in how close his body is to mine. “Thank you.”
He reaches up and easily removes four plates from the cabinet. As he hands them to me, he dips his head and kisses me softly. “Morning.”
“Morning.” I pick up the silverware, place it on top of the plates and walk to the table, Cameron following behind me. “What brings you by so early?”
“I had a promise to keep. I told you last night I’d be back for more.”
My heart does a little flip and I feel my cheeks heat as I set the table. “Good to see you’re a man of your word.”
“I will try to always keep my word where your concerned, Samantha.”
Momma walks into the room interrupting the moment. “Cameron, would you like coffee?”
