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AIDEN
I pulled into the fenced drive that was Scarlett’s, appreciating the backdrop of the barn in the distance and the flock of turkeys strolling under the fruit trees, eating their fill, and displaying their striking wattles of blue and red. It was picturesque, serene, and in total contrast to the spitfire that came shooting out of the door of the front porch.
“We’re burnin’ daylight, sunshine,” she sassed. “Those animals won’t feed themselves!”
I watched with appreciation as she bent over to shove her feet into a pair of green rubber boots placed at the bottom of the steps. According to the reaction in my nether region, mucking boots and jeans ranked right up there with garter belts and stockings.
I had the pleasure of admiring her fine backside while helping serve breakfast to t
