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Summer bit her lip.
    “Want to hear the vegetarian specials, Carter?” The waitress asked pulling a pen out of her apron that was dusty with flour.
    “Sure, Maizie. What have you got?”
    She rattled off a surprisingly large number of meat-free specials. “And Summer, if you’re a meatatarian, we’ve got a bunch of other options,” she said with a wink.
    Summer blinked. Did everyone in town know her name? “Um, thanks, Maizie.”
    “Can you handle a cheese pizza and a garden salad?” Carter asked her.
    “Perfect.”
    They handed over the menus to Maizie and tried to ignore the ambiance. Summer’s cellphone alarm signaled, breaking the awkward silence, and she dug her pills out of her bag.
    “Thought you didn’t like taking drugs?” Carter asked, eyeing the tablets and capsules in her hand.
    “They’re mostly vitamins. Everyone’s got to stay health conscious these days,” she said, washing the handful down with a big gulp of water.
    Carter stared pointedly at Big Ben, who was hoovering his way through a stromboli with a side of gravy fries three tables away. “Not all of us,” he whispered.
    Summer laughed. “So I’m curious about the vegetarian thing. Why did you give up meat? Was it a health choice?”
    “Back to the interview already? I thought I could buy you off with a pair of shoes.”
    “Nice try, Mr. Pierce.”
    “Guess we’ll have to try the dress and gold bar store next.”
    “Back to why you became vegetarian.” Summer wouldn’t let him push her off center.
    “It happened after I came back. I was home for a few months when Joey brings these two pigs to me. They fell off the back of a truck on the highway headed for who knows where. I had empty pastures.”
    “So you rescued them.”
    He shrugged. “I had the doc come out and look them over. We were standing there talking and they just started running around the paddock. Dancing, playing. I swear I saw Dixie smile. I never touched bacon again. It wasn’t a conscious choice. It just happened.”
    Summer propped her chin on her hand. “God, Carter. How is it that you’re not married yet?”
    Carter’s eyes widened over his glass. “What?”
    “Seriously. You are stunningly gorgeous,” Summer said, laying a hand over his. “You have impeccable taste when it comes to home decor, and the Dixie story just exploded my heart. How are you not married with a dozen babies by now?”
    He raised a dark eyebrow and his eyes searched hers. “Are you asking for the article?” He turned her palm up, but continued to hold it toying with her fingers.
    “Just me,” Summer said, tilting her head. “For now,” she qualified.
    “I wasn’t in a great place when I came home. Relationships were low on my list of priorities.”
    “Now?”
    “Now, I’m in a better place. But the farm is the love of my life right now. You?”
    “Why aren’t I married?”
    He tapped her ring finger, sending a warm shiver through her.
    “I don’t have much time for relationships right now.”
    “You ever plan on making the time?” Carter’s thumb skimmed the skin of her palm.
    “Someday. You?”
    He gave a one-shoulder shrug. “Someday.” He was staring at her, holding her in his steely gaze.
    Summer sighed and withdrew her hand. What was she doing? He was the subject of an article — a smart, sexy, hot one, at that — not a potential date.
    “Comin’ at ya, Pierce.”
    A woman with silvery dreadlocks slid a steaming pizza onto the table. Summer leaned back against the booth. “Tray’s hot. Watch out.”
    “Thanks, Bobby.”
    She looked pointedly at Summer until Carter caught her drift. “Bobby, this is Summer. She’s writing an article about the farm.”
    “Nice to meet you, Summer,” Bobby said, offering a strong hand.
    “It’s great to meet you, Bobby. This smells amazing.”
    “That’s the fresh herbs in the sauce from some hippie’s organic farm.” She clapped Carter on the shoulder. “Speaking of, don’t be late with