A Family For The Farmer

A Family For The Farmer
Laurel Blount

Home to the FarmerWhen she inherits her grandmother's farm, Emily Elliott must return to the small town she thought she'd permanently escaped. The citified single mom of twins must live on Goosefeather Farm for the summer…or lose it to neighbor and childhood friend Abel Whitlock. It's Abel's chance to own the land he's always wanted, but he won't do it at the expense of the girl he's never forgotten—or her adorable twins. Instead, Abel will show Emily how to take care of the farm and its wayward animals. He has three months to fight for a lifetime with the family he loves.

Home to the Farmer

When she inherits her grandmother’s farm, Emily Elliott must return to the small town she thought she’d permanently escaped. The citified single mom of twins must live on Goosefeather Farm for the summer...or lose it to neighbor and childhood friend Abel Whitlock. It’s Abel’s chance to own the land he’s always wanted, but he won’t do it at the expense of the girl he’s never forgotten—or her adorable twins. Instead, Abel will show Emily how to take care of the farm and its wayward animals. He has three months to fight for a lifetime with the family he loves.

She couldn’t ignore the gleam in his eyes.

Maybe this arrangement wasn’t such a good idea after all. “You know, babysitting wasn’t part of our agreement.”

“I’ve got to do something to pay you back for that lemon pie you made.” One side of his mouth tilted up. “Besides, I like spending time with the twins.”

A burst of childish laughter came from the yard, and Emily saw the echo of her own smile on Abel’s face. Her heart bobbed and dipped crazily and her cheeks started to burn.

She’d never had anybody to share such parenting moments with, and there was an intimacy that unsettled her, making her feel like her most vulnerable spots were unprotected.

Abel’s smile suddenly faded. “I think you’d better get going.” There was a strange tone in his voice and a stunned intensity in his eyes that struck her like an electric shock.

This was bad. Those silly little sparks flashing between them weren’t one-sided. Abel was feeling them, too, and that could only mean one thing.

Trouble.

LAUREL BLOUNT lives on a small farm in middle Georgia with her husband, David, their four children, a milk cow, dairy goats, assorted chickens, an enormous dog, three spoiled cats and one extremely bossy goose with boundary issues. She divides her time between farm chores, homeschooling and writing, and she’s happiest with a cup of steaming tea at her elbow and a good book in her hand.

A Family for the Farmer

Laurel Blount

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

Make it your ambition to lead a quiet life, to mind your own business, and to work with your hands, just as we told you.

—1 Thessalonians 4:11

In memory of my mother,

Frances Russell Medcalf,

who encouraged me to dream,

and for my husband, David,

who made all those crazy dreams come true.

Contents

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About the Author (#udb8c5344-04e8-560d-b3ed-b5135f029a38)

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Dedication (#u363654bc-a091-50fb-a624-a5d8686863de)

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“I don’t want a peanut butter sandwich. I want one of the hamburgers we smelled outside.” Five-year-old Phoebe’s voice sounded unusually whiny, and Emily Elliott sighed as she dropped the baggie-wrapped offering back into her purse.