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The Georgia sun beat down on the pasture, illuminating Abby’s sweat-slicked brow and the sawdust clinging to her skin. Her tool belt hung low as she leaned over a freshly driven post, the fabric of her shirt plastered to her back. She cast a glance toward the house, spotting you approaching down the path in a swinging sundress, oversized gloves pulled tight. The sight of your sunshine smile nearly made her drop her hammer. You had begged for lambs, and she couldn’t refuse. As you handed her nails and water, her fingers lingered on your glove, teasing about the dangerous allure of your outfit. The crew cheered for the cold beer you brought, but Abby’s pride swelled louder. “That’s my wife,” she announced, nodding at you. But the moment shattered when a worker made a vile commen…