In the wake of her father's death, Spencer Edwards' mother packs up their lives from Oxford, England, and moves them to the middle-of-nowhere Texas. With an agitation for agriculture, and a distaste for anything farming, the small town of Cherry Spr...
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Keep a little fire burning; however small, however hidden. - Cormac McCarthy
Chapter Song - I Bet You Look Good On The Dance Floor by Arctic Monkeys
"Maverick, I am trying to plate some vegetables but you're making it extremely difficult." I'm told sternly by Spencer, but I kiss the smile on her face instead of listening.
"I've got nothin' to do right now." I grin, continuing to hug her from behind as she plates a platter of cut veggies and dips.
"You're so needy." She teases.
I kiss her neck. "For you, always."
"Maverick Taylor, quit bothering your girlfriend and help me on the grill!" Dad calls from outside on the deck.
"You've been summoned, go along." Spencer shoo's me with the sway of her hand, and I slap her ass in rebuttal. "Oh my, go."
And because she'll physically haul me outside if I don't go myself, I peck her cheek and go to the deck to help dad with the grill.
When the football season isn't on, we tend to throw hangouts for baseball games instead. It's a mix of dads friends, mine, and others guys we know around town and whoever they want to bring along.
Most bring their wives or daughters along, since they use it as a catch up, though still enjoy the game just from afar. The baseball games are more tame, football is where chaos erupts and anyone who doesn't appreciate noise sits outside.
"You two finally got together, huh?" Asks dad.
"It seems everyone was waiting or something."
He chuckles. "It was obvious, your mother was getting a little impatient."
"Spencer can be a tad stubborn, that's all." I comment with amusement, but a tad is really a massive wad. Not that I don't adore that about her, keeps me on my toes, and I won't lie and say I don't like her telling me what to do.
Friends start to arrive at around noon, the house rapidly filling with noise. With the T.V playing the starting events of the baseball game, dad and I take in all the grilled meat to the kitchen.
I pile Spencer and I plate before everyone else filters in, knowing it'll be hard to get much once it becomes mayhem in the kitchen.
As I move through guests, I greet them as I wind my way to Spencer. She's sat with April at the couch, Kaylee and Adele also beside her.
"Got what you like," I pass her a plate. "You want a drink, Darlin'?"
"Oh, thank you. And I've got one, you wanna sit?" She shuffles over, and April shifts further away from me when I sit beside Spencer. She hasn't been the happiest with me since the last altercation with Kaden, but thankfully neither of our parents have asked about it.
