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Allan trotted along beside the tractor as Kate steered it toward the barn. He pulled the sliding door open and stood aside as she brought the tractor smoothly to rest in its accustomed place. She killed the engine, jumped down from the driver’s seat, and writhed to stretch the kinks out of her lower back.
‘We got a lot done,’ he said as he reached for her hand.
She smiled tiredly, slid the barn door closed, and took his hand. They headed up the slight incline toward the house.
‘Kate?’
‘Hm?’
‘Something wrong?’
She looked up at him in some surprise. ‘No, nothing. Why?’
‘You haven’t been very talkative lately.’
That elicited a crooked grin. ‘Farm girl, remember?’
So along with not talking during sex, they don’t talk the rest of the time either?
He nodded and escorted her to their back door. Once inside, she silently stepped out of her overalls, tossed them at the rough-clothing hamper in the corner, and headed for the bathroom. Presently he heard the pulse of the shower.
Allan frowned, took a seat at their kitchen table, and propped his chin on his folded hands.
Something had to be amiss. Kate’s taciturnity had gone well beyond her norm. She’d been driving herself harder than ever, rising earlier, stopping later, and demanding ever greater prodigies of effort from herself. In bed she’d gone from enthusiastic to frenzied, straining to bring him to orgasm twice or thrice every night. Yet she hardly had a word to say about the farm, their labors, their love life, or anything else.
It’s only been a year. Maybe I don’t yet know her all that well.
He tried not to worry.
Maybe the party will lift her spirits.
He went to their bedroom and rummaged through the closet for an appropriate suit. Though he’d saved several from his lawyering days, they failed to fit him as they once did. Farm labor had developed his chest, arms, and thighs more radically than they could accommodate. He wasn’t unhappy about it — he’d never felt better in his life — but it meant more casual attire for the Taliaferros’ party than he was used to wearing to such occasions. He shrugged and settled on a navy polo shirt and a new pair of tan slacks.
He cleared a spot on their bed, lay back, and allowed his thoughts to ramble. The previous year’s rhubarb and scallions had sold extremely well. With his help, Kate had gotten six acres of each under cultivation, plus six of asparagus from a gourmet line. Present trends continuing, the coming crop would be as bountiful, and would sell out as quickly and profitably, as had the previous one. They had good reason to be proud of their work.
Kate entered wrapped in a towel, spied him reclining on their bed with his suits scattered around him, and grinned.
‘They don’t fit any more, do they?’
He chuckled. ‘How did you guess?’
‘It’s my doing, Allan. I made you into a farm boy. A farm boy never has a suit that fits. It’s sort of a tradition.’
She opened her fingers and let her towel fall to the floor. He sat up, the better to admire her tawny-blonde beauty, at once muscular and feminine.
‘But I’ve got another farm saying in mind at the moment,’ she said. ‘The biggest one of all. The work’s not done until the crop is in.’
His eyebrows rose. ‘Meaning what?’
She undulated toward him. ‘Meaning get out of those clothes.’
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