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peace. I pop the last bite of watermelon into my mouth as Emily walks in. Drying her hands on her apron, she pulls my phone out of the pocket and hands it to me.
    “I talked with your mother and she is so glad you’re okay. I mentioned that we brought you home to stay until your appointment, she assured us that that would be okay?”
    Gee, they need my mom’s approval?
    “Thank you, Emily. If you don’t mind, I’m going to try and get some rest. I feel a migraine coming on.” I bring my hand to my forehead and rub it for effect.
    “Let me get the medicine the doctor prescribed and then I’ll get out of your hair.” She gets up and walks downstairs. I lie down on the pillows and glance at the clock and see it’s only one in the afternoon. If today is any indication of how my week is going to go, I will be liable for killing someone.
    Emily brings me a few pills and some water, and tells me to swallow. She has a smile of satisfaction on her face when I look over the brim of the glass.
    “Thank you.” I hand the glass to her and lay down, pulling the covers up to my chin. I rest my injured hand on my stomach above the covers. I don’t think I’ve ever had to spend one whole day in bed before, let alone a few.
    Dean has a small TV hanging on the wall above his dresser. I don’t have the slightest clue what would be on at this time a day, but it’s got to be better than just sitting here doing nothing. I grab the remote from the nightstand by the bed and flip through the channels. I stop when I pass by one of my guilty pleasures—a show dedicated to teen moms and the problems they face. These girls crack me up because they think they have it all figured out, when in reality they don’t have the slightest clue.
    I start to laugh at a funny part but wince when the movement proves to be too much for my sore body. Before long I fall asleep and I do something that I haven’t done in a very long time. I dream about a guy–but not just any guy.
    I dream about Dean.

I wake up to my alarm. I can’t wait to get up and get back into my normal routine. I’ve been thrown off the past two days but I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again. I shift under the blanket and I notice I’m as rock-hard as ever. I try to recall my dream and the only thing I remember seeing are eyes—there’s no mistaking those ocean blue eyes. I’ve only known her a day, but the image of her eyes is singed into my brain.
    I scrub my hands over my face, letting out a frustrated groan. I toss the blanket, jump off the couch and search through the pile of clothes that I brought down from my room for something to wear. Once dressed, I head outside. The morning dew rests on the tips of the lawn and light fog lifts in the distance.
    Stepping inside the house, I expected to see my parent’s awake—my dad sitting at the table reading the paper, and my mom making breakfast. What I didn’t expect to see was Barbie, lifting a cup of coffee to her luscious lips with her good hand. She eyes me as soon as the door slams behind me.
    “Uh, are my parent’s awake?”
    She sets the mug down and nods. “Yeah, they went into town. They were talking about getting some kind of omelet that I had to try,” she shrugs.
    My parents rarely go out to eat. There’s really no need to when we have just about everything they need on the farm. Why they are going out of their way to accommodate Barbie is beyond me.
    I shake my head and move past her to pour myself a cup of coffee. Without another word I walk back outside and head towards the stable. When I see my dad’s truck pull in, I change directions to meet them.
    Opening the door for my mom, I take the bags of food from her, set them on the ground, and offer my hand to help her out. “Why did you go get food?” I ask. “You never eat out.”
    “Dean, we have a guest now and we need to make sure she has everything she needs.” My mom steps down from the truck, reaches down for the bags and walks into the