Page 61 of A Simple Life

I wasn’t sure how to tell her I was tired of my privacy. Of being alone all the time. I wanted them with me. I was looking forward to having them there.

“I’m positive.”

“I’ll cook the meals.”

“Even better.”

“It’s only until the unit is fixed. Maybe it’ll arrive early.”

“Maybe.” I hadn’t mentioned that Ted had called me and said it could be even longer. I kept that little bit of news to myself.

“I need to contrib⁠—”

I stopped her with a shake of my head. “Don’t even go there.”

She sighed. “Okay. Thank you.”

I got up to leave, bending over her in the corner booth. Other people were in the restaurant, but they were busy eating and talking. The town had gotten used to seeing us together, so it was no longer interesting. “Do you not know I would do anything to make sure you’re okay, Quinn?” I murmured. “Always. You and Pumpkin are first for me now. You understand that?”

She blinked. “I’m trying to get used to it.”

I lowered my head, capturing her mouth. I kissed her—far too long and passionately for public, but I didn’t care. “Get used to it, then. It’s not going to change.” I straightened up. “I’ll see you at the farm later.”

She nodded, looking dazed. I headed to the door and out to my truck. I had things to prep before my girls arrived.

My work here was done.

QUINN

Later that afternoon, I picked up Abby from the sitter’s. She looked tired and worn out. We headed toward the house, her steps dragging.

“How was camp, baby?”

“Too hot,” she griped. “And Mrs. Grainger doesn’t like cold air.” She sighed, pushing her sweat-soaked hair off her forehead. “Can we go to the restaurant? It’s cool there.”

“Nope,” I said with a grin. “We’re going to Farmer John’s. You can swim.”

That made her smile.

“And you know what else?” I asked.

“What?”

“We’re staying there until the air is fixed.”

Her eyes widened. “Really? Like a sleepover?”

“Uh-huh. When we get home, we’re gonna pack a little bag and go. You have to pick what you need, okay?”

“Enid and Fluffy have to come.”

“Of course.”

“Can I bring my toys?”

“Only a few.”

“Okay,” she agreed easily.