do.”
* * *
Ginger stared as her mom dumped two sacks of potatoes into their cart. “Does he really eat this much?” she asked.
“Mmm-hmm.”
“Doesn’t he eat while he’s on a mission or whatever?”
“I don’t know,” Zoe said. “But I feel like it’s my duty to make sure he gets enough, you know? He always tells me the food is terrible.”
Ginger snorted. “He should learn to cook then.”
“I’d rather not have our farm burn down.”
They laughed together. It was so good to be at her parents’ place, applying herself to simple activities that didn’t twist her insides or make her do crazy stupid things.
Ginger looped her arm through her mom’s and said, “It’s so good to be home.”
“You should visit more often. Make the time even if your job keeps you busy.”
“Technically I’m the boss, so I can give myself some time off,” Ginger said.
“Good. You deserve it. Nobody can work all the time. When do you need to go back?”
“Not for a while. I’ve cleared my calendar for the next few weeks.”
Zoe patted her hand. “Excellent. Although I feel sorry for all the couples. You do take the most romantic pictures.”
Ginger smiled. There was something really ironic about her being a wedding photographer with a reputation for capturing romance and hope when she couldn’t even get her own fiancé to stick around. Maybe she should consider the idea that the relationship might have run its course even if she didn’t want to admit it. The sex was still hot, but there was more to a relationship than sex.
Her phone buzzed with a new text. It was from Trevor.
The enemy’s here
.
She frowned.
What enemy?
Shane
.
Don’t worry
.
Gonna break his legs before you come back
.
She gasped.
Zoe tilted her head. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s Trevor being Trevor.”
Don’t you dare!
she texted.
“Oh dear. Should we go home now?” Zoe said. “I have everything we need for the week.”
“Yes.” Ginger shoved her phone into her purse. “Let’s get back before Trevor does something.”
* * *
Shane gritted his teeth at the way his muscles were protesting. He exercised regularly, but hoisting barbells and dumbbells in an air-conditioned gym was nothing like farm work. He could see Trevor smirking, and Shane buckled down to push harder. He’d rather smear cow shit all over his face than to admit he couldn’t do the work.
There was no way Trevor was related to Ginger by blood. He was a complete jackass, and proud of the fact that he was a complete jackass. Guess every family had an asshole. The only saving grace was that he wasn’t juvenile on top of that, refraining from tripping Shane when it was obvious he wanted to.
Or maybe it was Fraser’s presence that was stopping him. The man didn’t miss much. Shane bet he’d controlled his classes with the same kind of mastery.
“There they are,” Fraser said, looking at a Honda coming their way.
“I’ll go give them a hand bringing the groceries in,” Trevor said. “You can help Dad put away the rest of this stuff.”
Damn it. Shane wanted to see Ginger immediately, but there was no way for him to do that without appearing to be a shirker.
Fraser shook his head as Trevor jogged off. “He just wants to see what they brought home for dinner.”
“I guess.” Shane probably hadn’t gotten along with Trevor before.
“Ginger told me you’re suffering from amnesia. That you still don’t remember everything, and that was the reason why there’ve been some problems with your relationship with my daughter.”
“That’s right.”
“She also told me you don’t want anyone to know about it.”
“It’s not something I’m interested in advertising.” When Fraser waited, Shane added, “I’m sure you’re aware of my background. Some people would try to take advantage.”
“I understand, but there’s nothing wrong with relying on your family and loved ones.”
Shane squinted at him. “Was I ever in your
* * *
Ginger stared as her mom dumped two sacks of potatoes into their cart. “Does he really eat this much?” she asked.
“Mmm-hmm.”
“Doesn’t he eat while he’s on a mission or whatever?”
“I don’t know,” Zoe said. “But I feel like it’s my duty to make sure he gets enough, you know? He always tells me the food is terrible.”
Ginger snorted. “He should learn to cook then.”
“I’d rather not have our farm burn down.”
They laughed together. It was so good to be at her parents’ place, applying herself to simple activities that didn’t twist her insides or make her do crazy stupid things.
Ginger looped her arm through her mom’s and said, “It’s so good to be home.”
“You should visit more often. Make the time even if your job keeps you busy.”
“Technically I’m the boss, so I can give myself some time off,” Ginger said.
“Good. You deserve it. Nobody can work all the time. When do you need to go back?”
“Not for a while. I’ve cleared my calendar for the next few weeks.”
Zoe patted her hand. “Excellent. Although I feel sorry for all the couples. You do take the most romantic pictures.”
Ginger smiled. There was something really ironic about her being a wedding photographer with a reputation for capturing romance and hope when she couldn’t even get her own fiancé to stick around. Maybe she should consider the idea that the relationship might have run its course even if she didn’t want to admit it. The sex was still hot, but there was more to a relationship than sex.
Her phone buzzed with a new text. It was from Trevor.
The enemy’s here
.
She frowned.
What enemy?
Shane
.
Don’t worry
.
Gonna break his legs before you come back
.
She gasped.
Zoe tilted her head. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s Trevor being Trevor.”
Don’t you dare!
she texted.
“Oh dear. Should we go home now?” Zoe said. “I have everything we need for the week.”
“Yes.” Ginger shoved her phone into her purse. “Let’s get back before Trevor does something.”
* * *
Shane gritted his teeth at the way his muscles were protesting. He exercised regularly, but hoisting barbells and dumbbells in an air-conditioned gym was nothing like farm work. He could see Trevor smirking, and Shane buckled down to push harder. He’d rather smear cow shit all over his face than to admit he couldn’t do the work.
There was no way Trevor was related to Ginger by blood. He was a complete jackass, and proud of the fact that he was a complete jackass. Guess every family had an asshole. The only saving grace was that he wasn’t juvenile on top of that, refraining from tripping Shane when it was obvious he wanted to.
Or maybe it was Fraser’s presence that was stopping him. The man didn’t miss much. Shane bet he’d controlled his classes with the same kind of mastery.
“There they are,” Fraser said, looking at a Honda coming their way.
“I’ll go give them a hand bringing the groceries in,” Trevor said. “You can help Dad put away the rest of this stuff.”
Damn it. Shane wanted to see Ginger immediately, but there was no way for him to do that without appearing to be a shirker.
Fraser shook his head as Trevor jogged off. “He just wants to see what they brought home for dinner.”
“I guess.” Shane probably hadn’t gotten along with Trevor before.
“Ginger told me you’re suffering from amnesia. That you still don’t remember everything, and that was the reason why there’ve been some problems with your relationship with my daughter.”
“That’s right.”
“She also told me you don’t want anyone to know about it.”
“It’s not something I’m interested in advertising.” When Fraser waited, Shane added, “I’m sure you’re aware of my background. Some people would try to take advantage.”
“I understand, but there’s nothing wrong with relying on your family and loved ones.”
Shane squinted at him. “Was I ever in your
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