Lisa Trammell was certain of one thing: her restaurant used the best produce in town.

Farm-to-table, hand-picked, and chemical-free. Perfect for the high standard of her dishes, each crafted with passion and an unwavering pursuit of excellence.

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Beneath the pride and praise, though, Lisa felt hollow. Lonely. Her failed relationship with Mickey had left her skeptical, closed off almost. She didn't give much thought to love anymore, looked the other way when she passed couples, turned down every man who tried to get her attention.

But then, her.

The cute, happy farmer, who'd always bring Lisa an extra basket with her regularly scheduled produce deliveries.

Lisa thought it was simply because the woman was generous. It happened, right? She was a loyal customer.

But in the quiet of her restaurant, early in the morning, Lisa thought of her. The way she laughed, the half-open suspenders with the shirt freshly stained with dirt, the bright smile Lisa was always greeted with.

It crept in quietly, so slowly Lisa didn't notice she'd been looking at the farmer a little differently. It was only when she started to make an effort to dress nicely on delivery days that she realized maybe, maybe she'd like to be noticed.

For someone to give her the attention her relationship had lacked. To be wanted, and made to feel like a woman again instead of an ambitious chef or businesswoman.

Lisa didn't beg, yet the woman plaguing her thoughts as she stirred a pot made her feel desperate. Her eyes flicked to the clock on the kitchen wall.

Soon, she thought. Soon, the sound of tires on gravel would make her heart skip a beat again.