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The courthouse sat at one end of town. On the front lawn, a band had set up and was playing country music. Some families were wandering about while others had their lawn chairs and picnic baskets all ready to go. Maybe after they purchased the vegetables, Sam might like to listen to the music.
    He parked down Third Street, one block past the blocked-off street where the vendors sold their goods. “Ready for some shopping?”
    “Absolutely.”
    Her color improved as soon as she stepped outside. She lifted her head to the sun, and when the light fell on her face, she never looked prettier. Because it was crowded, Heath took her hand. They wended their way to Second Street where the booths went for four blocks. Some sold vegetables, but others sold nonperishable items.
    Sam pointed to the booth two from the front. “Look, there are two kids selling lemonade.”
    “You want some?”
    “Sure.”
    He’d never seen this side of her. She seemed relaxed and happy for the first time since her accident. He paid for two lemonades and continued down the row. Across the road he spotted his foreman’s son, dressed in a Boy Scout uniform, selling homemade chili. The twelve-year-old was with four others.
    “Let me say hi to Tommy. He’s my foreman’s son.”
    They made their way through the crowd over to the stand.
    “Hey, Mr. Watson.”
    He looked around for Wilt, his foreman, but there didn’t appear to be any adult supervision. “Where’s your dad?” Wilt was a single father who was as dedicated to the job as he was to raising his son.
    “He’s buying more meat. We never thought we’d have so many sales.”
    Heath smelled something burning. “You forget to stir the pot?” He nodded to the big pan on the portable gas stove at the back of the booth.
    Tommy’s eyes widened. “Oh, crap.” He rushed back to take care of it.
    He expected one of the other Boy Scouts to shoot up to the seller’s table, but Tommy’s friends seemed more interested in throwing beans at each other and goofing around than helping out.
    “You need a hand, sport?”
    Two more people came up to the table wanting to buy a bowlful. “Sure.”
    He leaned over to Sam. “You know anything about chili?”
    She smiled. “I’m no great cook, but chili is my specialty if you like it hot.”
    He had to grin. “I love hot.” Especially if it came in the female variety.
    Sam stepped over to the stove. “Can you find me a plastic spoon?”
    There was a whole container of them next to Tommy. He picked up two and returned to her side. “ Here. ”
    She tasted the mix, licked her lips, and glanced to the sky. What he wouldn’t give if she licked his cock that way. His balls tightened. He was helping the Boy Scouts, for God’s sake. He didn’t need to be thinking about having sex. That was almost sacrilegious.
    “It needs more onion, salt, and some cayenne pepper.”
    “You’re in charge.” He had to ask one of the helpers where to find the pepper. Only Wilt’s son was taking the selling seriously.
    Sam added the spices. “Can you chop up the onion?” She held up her hand. “I’m kind of handicapped.”
    “Happy to.”
    It took about three different tries, but eventually she seemed pleased with the result. Tommy came over and got three more bowlfuls.
    A red bean hit Heath in the head. He looked over at a wide-eyed kid.
    “I’m sorry. I was aiming at Sara.”
    That seemed to be a sister of one of the boys. Heath picked up two uncooked beans and lobbed them at each of the kids. They giggled. The food fight started. Heath ran after one of the kids who shrieked.
    Behind his back, Sam’s laughter reached him. It was a beautiful, light tone that sent his heart soaring. She was having fun.
    The kids must have taken a whole pack of beans, for all of a sudden, the bean missiles started flying everywhere. He ducked and dodged. Only a few actually hit him.
    “ Ow .”
    His body froze for a second. He turned around and Sam was rubbing her face. He