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scampered off, apparently unharmed after almost drowning.
    Brom’s mouth twitched as they rode away from the mill. “Every marriageable lass in the land will be pounding on your door in the next sen’night.”
    “Whatever.” Edward had come to greatly appreciate the future word.

    “The coolers are stocked with bottled water. Does anyone need anything before I head out to pick up lunch?”
    Jennifer held a hand up to shade her eyes, and made a mental note to buy a pair of sunglasses in the village. Somewhere during her trip, she’d lost them. Wasn’t that always the way? Buy an expensive pair and lose or break them in the first few months. But a cheap pair? Jennifer would have them for years. By now she should have learned her lesson.
    In her defense, the expensive ones were so over the top, really black with jeweled flowers across the top. They made her feel like a movie star hiding out in some small town, and so, hoping her credit card would take the hit, she’d splurged. Whoever had found them, Jennifer hoped they loved them as much as she had.  
    Mark plopped down on one of the coolers with a grunt. “Everyone’s set; appreciate you asking. It’s nice to have someone around to take care of this stuff. If it was up to me, we’d all be thirsty and hungry.”
    “I have the same focus when I paint. The world could come crashing down and I wouldn’t notice. Thanks again for pointing out the solar showers. Thought I’d end up washing in the stream all summer.”
    Monica let out a goofy half hiccup, half laugh. “Maybe you should rent a room above the pub so you’ll be more comfortable. Sounds like this is a bit much for your delicate sensibilities.”
    “And miss your charming smile every day? I wouldn’t think of it.”
    The girl scowled and went back to carefully sifting soil from her roped-off section.  
    Mark’s eyes twinkled as he winked at Jennifer before tossing the keys. “You’ve gotten under her skin.”
    “Don’t I wish it were that easy. Mean girls always come back swinging. I’d better be on the lookout for serious payback after embarrassing her.”
    He burst out laughing. “Once she put a laxative in my hot chocolate because I said her laugh sounded like a sick donkey, so you’re probably smart to be on guard.”
    Almost to the beat-up vehicle, Jennifer sniffed. It smelled like Mary was working on something with basil, so she took a slight detour through the grounds, stopping at an open-air tent.
    “Do I smell basil?”
    Mary dusted her hands off on a white apron. “You have a great sense of smell. Aren’t you full from breakfast?”
    “Don’t get me wrong, breakfast was delicious. Never would have thought of eating beans with breakfast, but I can always eat.” At that moment, her stomach let out a growl.
    “I’d be as big as a bus if I ate like you.”
    “My mom’s the same way. We fidget a lot.”
    “I’ll have to try it. Certainly works for you.” Mary handed her a roll. “This should tide you over. By the time you get back with lunch, this batch of bread will be done. I’ll be sure to save you a slice.”
    The warm air from the ovens hit her teeth as Jennifer grinned. “Wonderful. Need anything from the village?”
    “Nope, but thanks for asking.”
    As she made her way to the parking area, Jennifer spoke to a few of the re-enactors. When she bent down to retie her hiking boots, a shadow fell across the ground in front of her.
    “Take care of Morris. I found her neglected in a farmer’s barn.”
    Charlie was wearing a bright blue t-shirt proclaiming Shakespeare Lovers Remember You in Their Will.
    “Great shirt.”
    He looked her up and down. “Great shorts.” Then he grinned. “I’ve been collecting them for a few years. My now ex gave me the first one, and while she’s long gone, I like the shirts.”
    The odd-looking vehicle sat apart on the grass. It was from the seventies, a Morris Minor, and looked like a car and a van had given birth to this odd baby.