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And I am known for being a man who knows what he wants, going to any lengths to get it. Fortunately for me, Sophie wants me just as much as I want her too, so I know she’ll go along with it once I spell it out.

For the rest of the afternoon, we play the game and I make us all some lunch, Sophie has her bag back via her dad and we three talk of plans for Sophie’s future at Thorn’s Mill.

Once I convince her dad to give young Kip a go on the farm, we all see and feel the change in his straight away.

“I’ll have to have a trial period, can’t have no slackers on a farm,” he says firmly, and I nod eagerly.

Sophie does too.

I insist that Morgan stay with me, it’s far too wet to be driving so far back but he won’t have it.

“I gotta get back. You know how it is?” he asks, letting the country in his voice drawl a little now he feels more at ease with me.

“Yeah, I do know how it is,” I tell him truthfully, eyeing his daughter for a moment as I see him out, and then making a mad dash for the phone, wondering just how much Kip is willing to play farm boy for.

It’ll never be too much.

I tell myself. She’s worth more to me than anything I own times a billion times over.

I watch Sophie kiss and hug her dad goodbye promising him we’ll be in touch to collect her things and then as quickly as he came, he’s gone.

Once his pick up is out of sight the sun pokes warm golden rays through the dark clouds. I close the door and pull Sophie towards me, kissing her deeply.

“Did you just trade me for one of your rig drivers?” she asks me.

“Not traded,” I tell her. “Oh! I gotta call Kip,” I tell her, but she makes sure she listens in on every part of the call, especially the part where I have to agree to how much Kip wants for such a crazy change in career choices.

“I thought you said she was a friend of the family,” Kip taunts me, knowing full well he has me over a barrel.

“Okay, okay, Kip. She’s more than a friend, now how does…” I whisper the amount to him so Sophie can’t hear. A fair price I’d say, and it gives him a break from driving trucks, fresh air and some exercise, just until Morgan warms to the idea that Sophie’s much better off as the wife of a wealthy trucker than a lonely farmer’s daughter.

Kip asks if I’m serious, to which I assure him I am. “Deadly serious,” and I have to hold the phone out as he lets out a whooping holler of delight.

More than a fair price. Man could buy himself two trucks for that much.

“Well,” I tell Sophie later, catching my breath as she holds her hand to her chest, panting from her second or is it third orgasm this afternoon?

“It’s all’s well that ends well. Kip can start with your dad when he wants him, and we can… well. We can try for four in a row if you want?”

“I love you, Thorn,” she sighs, stretching my arm around her, and I tell her the same.

“I love you more,” I remind her.

Counting the minutes until I can show her again, show her just how much.

Epilogue

Six Months Later

SOPHIE

“Can I see yet?” I ask Thorn, probably for the second time today, and for the second time he just shakes his head.

“Nope,” he says flatly without looking up, getting back to his bookwork in his study.

The bookwork I thought I was supposed to be doing for him.

It feels like he just wants me to do nothing but sleep, eat and be made love to all day, with him doing everything for me apart from the sleeping part.

“Could I just have a little peek?” I ask again, trying hopelessly to get him to cave in. But Thorn is a tough nut to crack, once he’s made his mind up on something, its law.

“Nope,” he reminds me, looking up to give me a little smile and a wink. “Why don’t you go lay down honey. I’ll be along anytime soon, just need to do this week’s accounts. Shouldn’t be too long.”

I stifle a groan, but bite my tongue, then help myself to some cold chicken on the way, as I go lie down.

In front of the TV in the lounge, sulking. I’ve been so tired lately.

So fat.

I can’t believe how much weight I’ve put on. Thorn encourages it, says he wants me to be a full moon goddess whatever that is.

He’s been working on something at the mill. I know he has. Then he brought it home under canvas last week.

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