Stealing A Farmer's Heart

Stealing A Farmer's Heart Part 7

Four a.m. the next morning, Farmer's mind was busy with thoughts of Brynn while she milked her cows. An hour and half later as she mucked out the stalls her thoughts were still preoccupied on the little lady fast asleep in her bed. True to her word, Farmer was a perfect gentleman and kept to her side of the bed. It didn't stop her racing mind from conjuring up various scenarios that could happen between them, though. She figured with nearly two decades of zero intimacy, companionship, and just plain physical contact, it was natural for her mind to race with wild thoughts for a woman she'd only known for a day.

With another morning's chores complete, Farmer headed back to the house just after six. As always, her stomach rumbled for breakfast. She wondered if Brynn was awake yet, but just in case she wasn't, Farmer made sure to close the side door quietly as it was known to slam shut. Slipping out of her work boots in the mudroom, she headed for the large kitchen sink to wash her hands. As she dried her hands with a tea towel, she walked into the sitting room and stopped at the foot of the stairs to listen for any movement. Sensing Brynn was still asleep, something Farmer figured she hadn't had in a while; sleep, she made her way back into the kitchen and started pulling out breakfast fixings.

Halfway through cooking a package of maple bacon, Farmer's ears perked up at the sound of creaky stairs being walked on. A smile instantly lit up her face, she quickly made it to the entrance of the sitting room in time to catch Brynn taking the last step off the stairs. "Good morning."

Brynn simply stood there, legs bare, hands obscured from the oversized sweater Farmer had loaned her, smiling back at her. "Good morning," she rasped, then cleared her throat. "What time is it?"

Farmer glanced back at the oven clock then at Brynn, and said, "Almost seven." Farmer's eyes wandered down the small body and to her bare feet, she furrowed her brows and asked, "Are you cold? It can get drafty in this big, old house."

Brynn ducked her head as she wrapped her arms around herself. "I don't have any socks."

"I can fix that. Hold on." Farmer bustled past her and skipped up the steps two at a time, remembering she had frying bacon on the stove. She rummaged through her dresser and found a pair of large, wool socks. "Gotcha something," she said as she quickly made her way back downstairs. She held out the socks to Brynn. "They're gonna be huge on you, but they are incredibly warm."

Brynn took the socks with a smile, and said, "Thank you, you're so sweet." Farmer's cheeks turned rosy. Concern suddenly flitted across Brynn's face, she turned her head and sniffed the air. "Is something burning?"

Farmer's eyes widened. "Shit!" She ran into the kitchen to find a portion of the bacon burnt black. "Goddammit," she muttered as she scraped the meat into the trash then set the pan in the sink. Farmer's attention was pulled when Brynn walked in, still holding the socks. "I planned on serving a nice breakfast of bacon and eggs, but as you can see some of my bacon got incinerated."

Brynn cringed then bit her bottom lip. "I hope I didn't ruin your breakfast."

Farmer turned so fast toward Brynn to tell her it wasn't her fault when she knocked over her coffee cup that was sitting beside the sink, splashing coffee all over the counter and down the cupboard doors. Farmer simply stood there with her hands held up as she watched the mess of coffee drip everywhere.

Brynn was holding the socks up to her mouth, quietly laughing at Farmer's misfortune.

A snort filtered through Farmer's haze, she quickly looked up to see Brynn laughing at her. Realizing getting mad over spilled coffee was not worth it and seeing Brynn laughing so beautifully, had Farmer cracking a smile followed with a chuckle. "Did you just snort at me?" she asked through her laughing.