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Scott parked outside the farmhouse and honked the horn twice. Two short bursts. He’d made sure he was presentable, wearing dark blue jeans, a pair of decent boots and an ironed shirt. His Stetson he kept in the back. He might wear it at the wedding fair, but not if he received a negative look from Abigail.
When the farmhouse front door remained closed, he got out of his truck.
The door opened and Abigail appeared, wearing a gorgeous floral summer dress that finished just above her knees. It showed off her shapely legs, her best feature in his opinion, other than her face. Abigail had the prettiest face, even prettier than Cindy’s. His heart ached when he asked himself why he had not stayed in Ridgmont.
“Hey!” Abigail stopped and appraised him. “You clean up well.”
“Thanks.” He coul
