“Alright, sweetheart.”
“Made your heart skip a beat?”
“You made it skip two.”
“What does that earn me?”
Humming in thought, I rain kisses across his face, smiling when he laughs at my antics. “You can be the big spoon.”
“A true reward,” Trevor murmurs happily, a sweet smirk on his lips.
Falling asleep with Trevor pressed tight to my back is enough to convince me that maybe he should be the big spoon more often.
Saturdays are restful for most people. Never have been for me. The farm is in between seasons for U-pick, since strawberries and blueberries are in the spring, but the fall festival starts early in Florida. Kids run around the farm in our play area, their joyful shouts following me as I do my best to work around them.
A frantic Joey hanging out of the food truck window waves me over, so I carefully steer through the crowd towards him. Pumpkins lie scattered around now that the patch is in full swing at the farm. I watch as a little kid tries to pick up one that’s too heavy, his father rushing to stop him. A small smile tugs at my lips as the father carefully takes the pumpkin from the overly excited boy.
“I’ve got to close up. We’re out of everything,” Joey says in a frenzied rush once I reach the food truck.
Crap. It’ll have to be fine.
“That’s fine. You’ve been open for a few hours. The girls are still serving smoothies.”
Joey hangs out the window to glance to his left. He chuckles as he looks at the forming line at the smoothie cart. The smoothies use fruit right from the farm, blueberries, strawberries, peaches, anything we grow that can be put into a blender. Not sunflowers though. Although I tried once as a kid, and it went over awfully.
A family with a few young kids grabs smoothies, then wanders off at a leisurely pace towards the pumpkins. My heart does a little skip at the sight of them, and my mind immediately wanders to Trevor. He’s hanging out with Eli today, doing something that I have no clue about. Which is just fine with me. I want him to be comfortable here, feel like he’s at home. Not feeling like he always has to count on me. Although, I do like him counting on me, needing me.
“I’m closing up, then. You staying for the movie tonight?” Joey asks as he hops out of the truck, apron flapping in the breeze. He tugs the bandana off his head, letting his sweaty curls flop onto his forehead.
“Yeah,” I say. “Trevor’s joining me soon.”
“Nice.” Joey’s eyes flick behind me for a brief second. Just long enough for me to trace his gaze back to Lee talking with a few parents at the edge of the property. Things between them have been odd lately, I wish one of them would open up to me about it.
“All good, Joe?”
He grunts in affirmation, then slaps my arm. “I’m going to go home, clean up, then I’ll come back for movie night. Give Trevor a good, Clay Springs welcome.”
“Thanks, buddy,” I call out as he walks towards the employee parking lot. When I look over towards Lee, his gaze is zeroed inon Joey’s back. His expression is sort of pained, but also a bit wistful. I know that look.
Lee’s gaze snaps to mine and immediately averts his gaze when he notices me watching. Interesting. I’m torn from my thoughts because someone needs my help loading pumpkins into their cart. Typical farm Saturday.
By the time the early evening crowd is leaving, before the ticketed attendees arrive for the movie, I’m beat. When my truck rolls down the road, my tired heart wakes back up. Something about seeing Trevor drive my truck feels natural. He hops out, his gaze pinging around the property as he searches for me.
Waving from my position right outside the office, his gaze finally zeroes in on me. The smile that blooms across his face sends dizzying butterflies to flight in my chest. I’m so done for when it comes to him. The other door of the truck opens to reveal an excited Elijah. No sight of Colby though.
“We’re a little early,” Trevor admits sheepishly, as if that’s a problem.
“Good.” I tilt his head up with a finger under his chin to kiss him. “Hi.”
His lips twitch as he fights a smile. “Hi.”
“Oh, you guys are just barf city,” Elijah comments from behind Trevor. “So cute though. Love it.”
“Where’s Colby?” I ask without tearing my gaze from Trevor.
“Work dinner,” Elijah says around an annoyed sigh. “I’m third-wheeling tonight.”
“There will be a lot of people here.” I tangle my fingers with Trevor’s. “You won’t be third-wheeling. Plus, it’s movie night. Those are quieter nights at the farm.”
