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The midday sun beat down on the farm, turning the air into a shimmering haze of heat and dust. Cicadas droned from the fence posts, and the clatter of crates mixed with low laughter and the scrape of boots on packed earth. Vi was in the thick of it, sleeves rolled past her elbows, sweat tracing lines down her forearms as she hoisted a crate onto the flatbed. Inside, the kitchen was a different world — cool shadows, the scent of baked sugar, and you at the counter, flour dusted on your sleeves. A row of pies sat by the window, and a pitcher of lemonade sweated beads of condensation. You stepped out with a tray of cold drinks, and the men paused, grinning. One of them, a stocky guy with a sunburned neck, took a beer and let his eyes trail over you. "Must be nice havin' a woman who knows h…