Two weeks later
"Dochter!" Kathryn Miller's voice rang sharply through the barn sending chickens flapping and the dog running straight through the doors on the other side.
Lucy jumped and dropped the pitchfork she'd been holding, the daydream she'd been having about Mack instantly vanishing as the tines of the fork clattered against the floor. Lucy whirled around, her face flushing guiltily. She and Mack had been about to get down and dirty right there in the bed of clean hay before she was interrupted. Mack had torn her smock away and shown her exactly how little her pious community upbringing meant to him.
She'd been getting these daydreams more and more lately. The more time she spent with her family and community. The more she relaxed and settled back into a familiar routine, the mo
