by Nella Tyler
Chapter Twenty
Cade
A few days after the weird interaction with Tuck over lunch, I had almost forgotten about it. I told myself that it was just Bob’s son being irritable in the heat. I’d noticed that somehow Autumn didn’t seem to linger as much whenever she delivered food or water to us in the fields, but that didn’t seem all that strange.
It was heading into a busy part of the year once more, as the combination of sun and rain encouraged insects and the developing corn and soybeans attracted other pests, interested in sampling the growing plants.
In addition to the pesticides and fertilizers we were spraying out in the fields, Bob had had Tuck and I put out traps. Part of every day’s work was to go out to the different parts of the fields where we’d put traps out the day before and check them for critters—mice, rats, squirrels, rabbits, and so on.
If we’d caught something, we emptied the trap. If the trap was empty with the bait still in, we left it where it was—it was probably just not an area the pests were going. If the bait was gone and the trap was empty, we moved it to another place with new bait. Rats, mice, voles, and the like got bagged up and disposed of in the trash, while rabbits—assuming they were fresh kills—got gutted, cleaned, and packed away in the freezer. I had to admit that I’d had plenty of delicious rabbit stew in my life; and it was clear that Bob didn’t let anything, even pests, go to waste on his farm.
I’d finished checking my allotment of traps, moving them around or emptying them as needed, and had moved on to spraying down my rows. I mostly worked on the new section, which was half soybeans and half corn.
Bob had explained to me from the beginning that it was sort of a test site for him: he wanted to see how much he could make off of the split crops, and then he might put the whole new section into soybeans the following season.
It was trickier going with the fertilizers and pesticides than it was in the rows and fields that were just corn—or the few that were just soybeans—because the needs of the two plants were different, and spraying the wrong thing on either one of them could damage half the row.
I’d been doing pretty well with my assigned sections. Bob had commented on it early on, thanking me for my hard work and attention to detail. He’d even begun to float the idea of keeping me on the following year if I was available, which pleased me. I could certainly take on a few construction jobs in the winter when the farm was dormant and be ready for more work once it came time to clear and plant again the following spring.
But after Tuck’s pointed comments I wasn’t so sure that I was going to push the idea of being hired on again. I didn’t want to be a bone of contention between Tuck and his father or Tuck and Autumn.
I felt more than a little guilty, too, about the fact that Autumn and I had slept together. In the moment it had felt good—so right, so perfect that I hadn’t wanted to let her go back home at the end of our tryst. I’d wanted to try and talk her into staying the night with me, or at least a few more hours, so we could go at it again.
But one of the things I had admired about Autumn from the moment I’d met her was the fact that she was so dedicated to her daughter. I couldn’t expect her to be anything less, just because it was me she was with.
I also couldn’t shake the fact that I’d promised Bob Nelson I wouldn’t fall in love with his daughter, and while I couldn’t exactly say that I was in love with her—not really—I didn’t think he’d make much of a distinction between true love and sleeping around, even if it had only happened the once.
I came to the end of one of my rows and stopped, looking around for the water cooler that Bob had hauled out to the section we had split between us. Tuck was on the other end of the fields, taking care of the rabbits he’d caught in his traps, and I was relieved at the fact that I wasn’t going to have to interact with him all that much for a few hours.
I walked over to the cooler, mopping at my face with a towel that I’d kept tucked in one of my pockets, away from where the chemicals could get to it. It was heading into deep summer and getting hotter by the day, or so it seemed. I poured myself a cup of water and drank it down; it was just cool enough to slake my thirst, without being so cold that it’d give me water cramps.
“Cade,” I heard Bob Nelson calling. “How’s your section?” I poured myself another quick cup of water and looked around until I spotted the farmer coming towards me from his part of the section.
“It’s looking good, Mr. Nelson,” I told him. “Hot as blazes out already, isn’t it?”
“As long as we can keep everything watered, I don’t mind a little heat,” he said. He strode up to the cooler and poured his own cupful of water. “You’re doing better with it than I would’ve thought.”
“I’m used to working out in the elements,” I pointed out. “Construction contracting is pretty much all outdoors.”
“Still, farming is a bit different,” Bob countered. “I’m pleased with your work, overall.” Something about the way he said it sent a cold jolt of nerves through my body.
“Overall?” I finished off my water and gave my face another quick mop with the towel before stuffing it into my pocket once more. “Is there something about my work you’re unhappy with? I’d love to fix it.”
Bob Nelson drank down his water and met my gaze. “You seem to be spending a pretty good bit of time around my daughter,” he said. “Some of that’s unavoidable—I understand. But it looks from my perspective like the two of you are getting a bit cozy, and I wanted to remind you of one of the conditions I set for your employment here on the farm.”
“I remember it well,” I said quickly, feeling guilty at the fact of what I’d done already. “I promised you that I would get distracted by falling in love with your daughter.”
“That’s right,” he said, inclining his head towards me. “I know Tuck’s been on your case a bit, and I’m sorry I haven’t come up sharper with him about it.” He shrugged. “But I think it’s legitimate for me to be concerned that you seem to be at least a little interested in my daughter, after the promises you gave me.”
I felt my mouth going dry. At least the heat would excuse me getting some more water.
I poured myself a third cup. I might get a cramp later on, but I needed the lubrication to cover my sense of guilt and shame and nervousness in the face of Bob Nelson’s confrontation.
“I don’t want you to feel uneasy about me,” I said, finishing off the water in a couple of gulps. “I can promise you that I’m not distracted—you’ve seen my work around the fields…and everywhere else on the farm. You haven’t noticed a bad change in it, have you?”
He shook his head, almost grudgingly. “I understand where you’re coming from, but for both Autumn’s sake, and my own, I want to make sure you keep the situation in check,” he told me.
If he hadn’t been my boss—and a man I respected, all things considered—I might have laughed in his face. Autumn was a fully-grown woman with thoughts and feelings and needs of her own. Her father wanted to protect her, and I could understand that, but as far as I was concerned, any man who thought he could control or protect Autumn against her will was greatly mistaken.
“I promise you, I am committed to making sure you don’t regret hiring me,” I told Bob. “If it’ll set your mind at ease, I’ll work harder not to spend quite as much time with Autumn, at least until harvest-time. Is that okay?”
He considered the suggestion and nodded. “It’s not that I don’t want to see her happy, you understand,” he told me. I nodded back to him. “I just want what’s best for everyone. I got no real complaints with your actual work, and as long as everything goes the way that it’s supposed to, I’d be happy to hire you back next year.”
That was a relief; I didn’t want to ruin my chances at a more steady income through my foolishness. “As long as you’re honoring your promise to me, there aren’t any problems between us.”
“I appreciate it, Mr. Nelson,” I said, setting my cup aside. �
��I’ll get back to work, since that’s what you’re paying me to do. That is—assuming there isn’t anything else you wanted to discuss?”
He pressed his lips together and took another sip of water. “Don’t worry too hard about Tuck,” he told me. “My son is sometimes not as polite as he should be, but he’s got a good heart at the end of the day. This has been tough for him, since he isn’t used to sharing the responsibility with anyone but his sister. But I want you to know that as long as you’re doing the work—and following up on your promise—we’re on good terms.”
“Thanks, Mr. Nelson,” I said, starting back towards the rows. “Thank you for talking to me about it, instead of rushing to a conclusion.”
“No effort at all,” he said with a shrug. “You’re a good employee. I’d like to keep you.”
I smiled to myself and stepped back onto the row. “I’d like you to keep me, too,” I told my boss, before getting back to the work he had for me. It was going to be difficult to stay away from Autumn, but I was determined not to give Bob, or Tuck, and reason to doubt my word.
Chapter Twenty-One
Autumn
I saw Cade heading back towards the house just as I was leaving it. I had decided to take Mom’s advice about making sure that I took time for myself, and I’d made plans with a few of my friends to just spend a little time in town.
“Hey, Cade!” He looked up and smiled at me, and I felt my heart beating faster in my chest, the way that it always did whenever he looked at me, whenever I saw him smile. “Knocking off for the day?”
He nodded. “Work is just about done, so your dad said that I could call it. You look nice. Heading into town?”
I felt my face heating up as the blood rushed into my cheeks and I shrugged. “Just going to meet up with some friends,” I told him. “Mom agreed to take care of Addie for a few hours, so I could get away and pretend to be a grownup for a while.”
Cade laughed, coming to a stop a few feet away from me, at the edge of the porch. “It’s important to remember you’re an adult,” he said, nodding. “I think even married parents end up forgetting that if they’re not careful.”
“Mostly, Mom doesn’t want me to get burned out and have a nervous breakdown, I think,” I admitted. “Also, while it’s not like they exactly blame me for being a single mom, they’d…” I licked my lips, forgetting the lipstick I’d applied to them only a few minutes before walking out of the door. “They’d probably like it if I eventually found someone to help share the burden, you know?”
Cade nodded again. “It makes sense,” he told me. “I mean, they see how hard you work, how much you do every day. I’m sure if I were your parents, I’d like to see you with someone who could help you—who could take over some of the stresses.”
“For now, I just have them,” I said, smiling. “And they’re amazing—I’m not in any hurry.” I looked down at my feet. “After everything that went down with Titan, I mean…” I took a quick, deep breath. “I guess I’m sort of gun-shy.” I finally worked up the nerve to meet Cade’s gaze.
“I can get where you’re coming from on that,” he said. He gave me another quick little smile. “Who are you meeting up with? And, what’s on the agenda?” My heart stuttered slightly in my chest, and I couldn’t quite resist the little spurt of hope I felt.
“I’m meeting with Callie Havers, and Katie Jersik,” I explained. “I think they might have invited Alexa and Paige Mason, too, but I’m not sure.” I brushed nonexistent lint off of my skirt.
“We were going to check out the new shops in the mall, maybe grab something to eat and get our nails done.” I gave him a playful little grin. “You know with as much as you work with your hands, you could probably use a manicure.”
Cade chuckled. “Can you imagine how much crap your brother would give me if I showed up tomorrow with manicured hands?”
I giggled. “Yeah, but your skin would be nice and smooth. That’s the real secret to picking up a lady, you know: nice hands.”
Cade laughed out loud, shaking his head. “Thanks for inviting me,” he said. He put his stained hand into his pocket and took his keys out. “I think I’m going to have to pass, though. I’ve got errands of my own to run.”
I swallowed against the tight feeling that rose up in my throat at that rejection. It was the third time in about a month that I’d invited Cade to go with me somewhere that he’d put me off. The first couple of times it hadn’t been anything terribly social. I’d just asked if he wanted to come with me to the grocery store or to get something from the pharmacy for Mom. But it stung nonetheless.
“Maybe next time I make plans I’ll come up with something a little more man-friendly,” I said, trying to keep a brave face. Cade returned my smile and nodded.
“If you give me a heads up, maybe I can plan around it,” he suggested.
“I’m going to hold you to that,” I told him, wagging my finger. “You can’t keep standing me up like this, you know.”
“I don’t stand you up,” he countered, his smile half-falling from his face, and I felt a cold kind of dread in my spine. “You just never tell me about what you’re off to do until right before you leave.”
I wanted to point out that the first few times we’d hung out together, it had been the same thing, but he’d been able to spend time with me then. That changed a little while after you slept together. That’s the reason. I pushed the thought out of my head.
“In any case, you owe me a little bit of time,” I said, turning away from him and towards my car. “I’ll give you a shout the next time I’m making plans.”
I walked away from Cade before I could make myself more upset and got into my car, backing up and then turning around on the driveway to head to the dirt-and-gravel path leading up to the road.
I could see Cade walking to his truck in my rear view mirror and part of me wanted to turn around and demand an explanation—a real one—for why he’d become so much chillier to me than he had been before. But I knew that would just put him on the defensive, and besides, it was none of my business, really.
The entire time I made my way into town, though, I couldn’t help but think about Cade. It didn’t make any sense to me, how he’d gone from being playful and flirtatious to being almost coldly polite to me, almost overnight.
I was sure that he was interested in me—really, truly interested—even above and beyond a quick one-night stand. I’d been sure for a while after we’d had our tryst that he was more than willing for more, as soon as we could both get the excuse to be alone.
I hadn’t managed to convince myself of anything stupid like that he would end up being Addie’s step-father, but I had thought at least that we’d had something good going together, something that would at least last a season.
I tried to keep the fact that it had happened so soon after we’d hooked up out of my mind. No matter how I tried, though, I couldn’t quite shake the feeling that now that Cade had gotten a pretty easy lay out of me, he had lost interest—and that that was why. I didn’t want to believe that he was the kind of person who would flirt with a girl and have an interest in her right up until she put out, but I knew that there were plenty of guys in the world who were exactly like that.
My mind turned to Titan, and I felt a rush of brittle, bitter anger at the fact that he’d run out on me right before I’d had his child, when we’d been engaged.
My parents had never tried to rush me into finding another man or even suggested that I should be looking for a replacement for Titan, but I knew that they wanted me settled eventually. Mom had commented more than once that it would at least be easier on me to have someone I could depend on, who loved me.
I felt guilty often, if only for the fact that my parents had done so much for me, and I sometimes thought that if I had someone to depend on, Tuck wouldn’t be quite as aggressive or so pushy about his future ownership of the farm.
I had thought that Cade was different from Titan, and I had to admit to myself that
at least Cade had never proposed to me, never actually gave me a reason to think that he was serious about me. But the possibility that he had only been interested in a one-night stand, before moving onto his next target, was hard for me to bear.
I hadn’t really thought much to the future when we’d slept together, but afterwards, I had at least hoped that there was a possibility of dating. I had thought we’d have at least a little more than one little tryst together.
I was so lost in thought about the situation with Cade and my feelings of rejection that I nearly missed the turn into the mall. Stop letting yourself get down about this, I told myself as I pulled into the parking lot and started looking for a space.
I had more to be thankful for than I had to complain about: my daughter was healthy, my parents were more than happy to support me, I had a roof over my head and even my own space, and I had friends who were willing to spend time with me.
Just because I didn’t have a husband, or anyone to be the father figure my child needed—yet—didn’t mean that I was wrong, or that my life was wrong. There were plenty of women in the world who raised their kids alone. I shouldn’t jump on the first man to show me a little interest, and I shouldn’t blame myself if he didn’t follow through beyond our first time in bed together.
By the time I found my parking spot and got out of the car to walk to the mall entrance, I was halfway to believing that I could—and would—just shake Cade off, that I would be fine, and I’d forget about him completely.
If he wasn’t interested in me anymore, then I would just pretend like he barely existed. I’d still bring food out for my dad and my brother, but I wasn’t about to sweat the details, wondering what Cade would like or want. I would make what I felt like making.
I went into the mall and started to find my way to the food court where I was going to meet with my friends. In the back of my mind, I couldn’t help replaying the night I’d spent with Cade. I tried to remember something that I could hold out in my mind as evidence that it would never work out between us, something that would give me the freedom to tell myself that he wasn’t even that good in bed, that in the long run it was better that he’d moved on so fast because I’d just get bored or be unsatisfied.