Jake stood at the entrance to the strawberry field, basket in one hand, watching Amelia take in the endless rows of bright red fruit stretching across the gentle hillside. The near miss in the village still lingered at the edges of his thoughts but she smiled as though nothing had happened.He smiled because she could."You're staring.""I am.""Should I be worried?""No.""You've got your thoughtful face on.""I have different faces?""You definitely do.""And this one means?""You're thinking about something you don't want to tell me."He huffed a quiet laugh."You're getting good at reading me.""I've had an excellent teacher."She reached for an empty basket and held it up triumphantly."So.""So?""What's the strategy?""For strawberries?""Obviously."Jake looked towards the rows."We walk slowly.""Mm-hmm.""We only pick the ripe ones.""Very sensible.""And we definitely don't eat more than we collect.""That sounds suspiciously aimed at Noah.""It absolutely is."She laughed.
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