![]() ![]() I hit the speakerphone button so I didn’t have to put the dirty phone to my ear. “Dunn, is that you?” Jenn’s voice sounded tinny and far away. Ever since I’d run over my phone with a tractor a couple of years ago, Tucker had made sure the case I had was indestructible. I picked up the dirty phone, grateful for the military-grade case I had on it. Or the one from my young farmhand, Luisa, who always seemed to be lurking around judging me even more than the pig. I tried not to notice Bernadette’s judgmental stare. I duckwalked over to the debris pile and began to pick through it in search of my phone. ![]() “Thicket Med, how may I help you?” As soon as I heard Jenn’s familiar voice, I both ducked and threw the phone away from me at the same time.Īs if she was here on the farm, watching me. “Fuck,” I muttered, trying the office line. Me: I just want to cross them off the list so I don’t double-book you. I growled as I pulled the phone down to text Tucker. Who needed that many cars? No one, that’s who. That guy was shifty as hell, what with all his… classic cars and stuff. ![]() It had better not be Kort Blanchard or I was going to have to intervene. “Who? Who would it be with?” I scrambled my brain up and down the list of single guys in the Thicket. ![]() What date? I didn’t set Tucker up with a date this weekend. But that wasn’t the part that bothered me. No matter how many times we’d all tried to explain to her that arterial stents didn’t work that way, she still didn’t buy it. ![]()
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