“You’re freezing.” Matthew moved to where there were three stacked bins. Lifting one, he set it down on the ground then snapped off the lid. “We keep some of our extra winter clothes stored here.” Sifting through several shirts and sweaters, he selected a gray and black flannel and handed it to her. “Here, change into this.” Going back to the bin, he continued to rummage through the clothes.

Hastily switching tops, she quickly buttoned the flannel shirt and fell in love with the heated warmth.

“How is it so warm?” Rubbing her cheek against the warm material, she watched Matthew shrug into a dark blue hoodie.

“The bin was against the wall where the sun is shining outside. It must have heated them.” Closing the bin, he set it back on top, turned around, and rubbed his hands together. “Let’s get started.”

Did he mean resume where they had left off?

She was getting ready to tell him that she wasn’t ready for more when he lifted a bushel of apples to place it by the door.

“I’ll take them to Ginny when we get the rest of the stuff organized.”

Pfft. Kissing was no longer on his mind. Why was she so piqued he was able to switch off so easily from their heated embrace?

She stiffly picked up one of the bags containing the pie fillings. “Where do these go?”

After showing her, he went back to retrieve the other two bags. Together, they made short work of organizing the purchases. Matthew even made a bag of items she had picked out for her to take back to her trailer.

He carried the bushel of apples as they left the storage building and set it outside to give her an apple.

“Hold on to that while I get the trough. We can give it to your cow.”

“Okay.” Walking back to the pen, she talked to the cow, who was staring at her without interest.

“You were much more sociable yesterday.” Her fingers itched to pat the tufts of white on top of the cow’s head.

Seeing Matthew coming, carrying the heavy trough, she opened the gate for him. Once it was placed, he filled it with water.

“What you going to name her?”

“I can name her?”

“Since she won’t be on the dinner table, might as well,” he teased.

“Then I want to name her Molly.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t choose Buttercup.”

“Oh … That might be better.” She gave the name a considering thought.

“Too late. Stick with the first one. It suits her better, especially since she won’t be giving us any butter either.”

“Quit dissing my cow. You’ll hurt her feelings.”

Matthew shook his head at her. “Just make sure you don’t wear red around her. Cows don’t like red.”

“I didn’t know that.”

“Yeah, they can’t stand it.”