nd slicing apples； piling skins
on a piece of paper towel； turning the slices into a large glass pie
plate and sprinkling them with cinnamon。 Her supplies were dwindling；
but she found adequate amounts of flour； butter； and sugar for the
topping。 Once the pie was in the oven； she spotted the unused apples。
She washed each； polished it to a high gloss； and set it in a dish in
the center of the table。 It wasn't until the dish was filled that she
saw Mitch eyeing her from the doorway。
She was quickly defensive； 〃Is something wrong？〃
〃Just looking to see that you're all right。〃
〃I am。 I actually forgot。。 。〃 She gestured toward her bruises with a
sheepish grin。
〃Glad to hear it。〃 With a dip of his head； he left the room and； soon
after； the house。
Anne immersed herself in the last of her work； while the scent of baking
apples filled the air。 The pie was delicious； by her immodest estimate；
a perfect finish for the early dinner she ate alone。 Again； dusk found
her reading before the fire。
〃Anything good？〃
She looked up and blushed。 〃Just a romance。〃 She was actually enjoying
it without thinking of Jeff at every turn of the page。 When Mitch set
off for the kitchen； she called； 〃There's apple pie on the counter。 Help
yourself〃 She grinned when he looked back and arched a brow。 〃Even
bad…tempered tomboys have their merits。〃
〃Thanks。〃
〃You're wele。〃
〃By the way； I put the peels out for the deer。〃
〃I wondered where they'd gone； but I wasn't about to look a gift horse
in the mouth。 Do deer like apples？〃
She learned the answer the next morning。
A warm hand shook her awake。 〃e；
本章未完，點選下一頁繼續閱讀。
