Taeyeon roused me from sleep by pulling the covers off me. “Rise and shine, sleepyhead. This is your wake-up call.”

“Don’t you have a snooze button or something? What time is it?”

“After seven.”

“In the morning?”

Taeyeon laughed. “Get up. My aunt will have breakfast ready anytime now. They’re early risers.”

I yawned sleepily and reached for the covers. “I’ll skip breakfast.”

“No you won’t,” Taeyeon said, snatching the quilt away again. “Look, I know you’re stressed out right now, and your life’s been turned completely upside down. You didn’t ask for any of this, and you don’t deserve it, but neither do I. All I ask is that you make both of our lives easier by cooperating.”

“Fine. I’ll cooperate, but that doesn’t mean you can force me to get up at the -crack of dawn.” I rolled over onto my stomach and buried my face into a pillow. “I’m not going to breakfast. Deal with it.”

“Deal with it, huh?” Taeyeon shuffled around the room, but I didn’t look to see what he was doing. Moments later, he yanked me to the end of the bed by my ankle, pulled me into a sitting position, and handed me some clothes. “You can put these on, or I’ll do it for you.” He stepped back and waited, as if he planned to follow through with his threat.

I crossed my arms and sat there, daring him. “You can’t force—” I jumped up as he strode angrily toward me. “Okay, okay. I’ll get dressed. Jeez, are you always such a grouch in the morning?”

While Taeyeon put on his shoes, I stepped into the bathroom and put on the clothes—a white V-neck top and a pair of denim shorts. I brushed my teeth with the bottled water and ran a comb through my hair. When I came out of the bathroom, Taeyeon was leaning against the wall waiting for me.

“It’s my y, I-barely-had-any-sleep look,” I said, slipping my feet into a pair of sandals. “What do you think? Hot, right?” Sarcasm oozed from my rough morning voice.

“It’ll do.” Taeyeon said, pulling me out of the cottage door.

The sounds of birds filled my ears. Roosters crowed, turkeys gobbled, ducks quacked, geese honked. Other chattering noises, too, but I wasn’t sure what type of birds made such weird sounds.

“Look,” I said to Taeyeon. “Dog is gone. I wonder where they buried him.”

“I told you he wasn’t dead, just sleeping.”

“Lucky bastard,” I mumbled under my breath. Maybe if I collapsed from exhaustion out here, Taeyeon would step over me and keep going.

He caught me eyeing Dog’s spot on the porch. “Don’t even think about it.”

Begrudgingly, I followed Taeyeon up the stairs and into the main house. The inside was more appealing than I imagined. It had arched doorways, high ceilings, and décor colored in varying shades of brown with white woodwork around the fireplace and mantle. We traipsed farther into the house, stopping once we reached the kitchen. The dark plank floors looked new, complemented by the antique milk glass attractively displayed above the white cabinetry.

From the front door, I smelled bacon frying, but the aroma was much more intense in the kitchen. I instantly changed my mind about skipping breakfast. In fact, I was starving.

“Come on in and have a seat,” Floss said, a smile beaming on her slender face as she cracked an egg into a frying pan. “Breakfast will be ready in two minutes.”

We joined Hank at the kitchen table, where he drank his coffee and gazed out the window. “Morning,” he said, turning to us. “Sleep well?”

“Yep,” Taeyeon said. “Always do when I’m here.”

I shrugged. “Well, I didn’t. Something kept poking me in the back all night long.”

Taeyeon glanced over at me with wide eyes and a flustered look, but then he composed himself. “Must be a broken spring on that side of the bed. I’ll trade sides with you tonight.”

“Yeah, like that’s going to help—ouch!” Taeyeon glared at me as he pinched my leg under the table. “What?” I said, rubbing my thigh.

Oblivious, Floss hummed to herself as she cracked another egg into the frying pan, but Hank smirked over at me. At least one of them knew Taeyeon was a big, fat liar.

…

I didn’t walk away from breakfast unscathed. In fact, I wasn’t sure I could still walk. At home, my normal morning fare consisted of yogurt and granola, maybe some fresh fruit. Today was different. I inhaled three fried eggs, a pile of grits swimming in butter, at least a half pound of bacon, and two fluffy homemade biscuits slathered with mayhaw jelly.

Though I’d never heard of it, mayhaw jelly was a kitchen staple around here. Being a Yankee, I hadn’t expected to like the tart red jelly, but it tasted similar to a crabapple. Then again, all of the food was good. I couldn’t stop eating, and I paid for it. Everything hurt. My chest. My stomach. My jaw hurt from chewing. I don’t know what I was thinking. Well, actually I do. God, I hope I don’t burp egg all day.

Floss put eggshells and wet coffee grinds into a bowl. She asked Taeyeon to dump them on the compost pile while he showed me around the farm.

Then she handed me a pair of mud boots. Guess I wasn’t taking a nap.

Though it was early, the day was already heating up. The bright sun forced me to squint until my eyes adjusted, and the warm breeze touched my skin, leaving a slight sheen of perspiration behind.

I walked behind Taeyeon, following him to the back of the house. The weeds got taller, and the air got smellier the closer we came to the compost bin near the fence line.

“Keep an eye out for snakes,” Taeyeon warned. “Bird farms attract a lot of them. If you smell something similar to watermelon, stop moving.”

“Why?” I asked, releasing the hold I had on my nose.

“Water moccasins are known for the scent. If you smell it, then chances are, one is nearby.”

I stopped moving. “I’ll wait right here for you.”

Taeyeon kept walking. From a short distance, I watched him dump the bowl of scraps into a large bin before he headed back. Leading the way back through the tall grass, I hoped he’d clear the path of any lurking watermelon mines.

Hank and Floss stood outside the pole barn, where a lot of banging was going on. When we joined them, Taeyeon handed her the empty scraps bowl.

“What’s that noise?” Taeyeon asked Hank.

“Our palomino colt. Come on and you can take a look.”

We followed Hank into the barn, where I got my first up-close-and-personal whiff of horse. The pungent odor wafted up from the floor. I made an airtight seal over my nose with my shirt and fingers. Too bad horses don’t smell like watermelon.

A lively white colt with bright blue eyes and wearing a red halter stood at attention, watching us warily. He stamped his hooves into the spongy ground and ran back and forth in his stall. He pawed the gate, but when it didn’t accomplish anything, he kicked his back hooves against the wall, rattling the tin.

“What’s wrong with him?” I asked.

“He’s spirited and wild at heart. Had to separate him from his momma. She’s due to foal again, and he refuses to wean. He’s nothing but a momma’s boy, but he makes an awful ruckus, doesn’t he?”

“You plan on selling him?” Taeyeon asked.

“I wanted to keep him, but the bastard’s destroying the stall,” Hank said over the loud beating and banging. “I need to move him to the back pasture, away from his momma. That way I can clean out his stall and replace the tin without getting kicked. Maybe you can help me, Taeyeon.”

“Sure. No problem,” Taeyeon said. “Jessica, you might want to stand back when I lead him out.”

Floss and I stepped away, leaning against a wood post near the hay storage. We watched Taeyeon open the gate with a lead rope in hand. When Taeyeon entered the stall, he was out of my field of vision briefly, but long enough for my palms to sweat. I breathed easier once Taeyeon came out of the gate with the lead attached to the colt.

Taeyeon led him toward the back pasture. They walked easily together most of the way, though Taeyeon had to steady him a couple of times before he got the wiry colt through the back gate and released him.

Hank led another palomino, a large stallion with a flaxen mane and a calm demeanor, out of a stall nearby and passed him off to Taeyeon. “This is his daddy. Put him in the same pasture,” Hank said. “That should calm the colt down.”

“Is that your trusty steed?” I asked, grinning.

“About as trusty as they come,” Hank answered. “He reminds me a lot of Taeyeon, strong and steadfast.”

Taeyeon released the stallion into the back pasture. He rubbed his hand slowly over the stallion’s smooth neck, whispered sweet nothings to soothe him, and patted him roughly on his hindquarters to turn him loose. Then Taeyeon turned, and our eyes met and held for several seconds.

Damn. Leave it to me to be envious of a horse.

When he got back to the barn, Taeyeon slipped on a pair of gloves, grabbed a wheelbarrow and a shovel, and pushed them into the colt’s stall.

“I think they could use some lemonade,” Floss said. “I have some upstairs in the fridge. Want to help me bring it down?”

“Sure, Mrs. Mill—” I stopped mid-word and wondered if she’d threaten to bend me over her knee. She was smaller than I was, though. I thought I could probably take her.

“Now, Jessica, I don’t call you Miss Jung. I expect you to return the favor,” she said, walking casually toward the house. “If you refuse to call me Floss, then I’ll refuse to feed you supper.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I said meekly. She turned to glare at me, until I corrected myself. “I mean, Floss.” Yep. No doubt about it. That was definitely a verbal spanking.

I followed her into the kitchen and soaked up the air conditioning. The cool air was a relief to my senses, though Floss didn’t seem to notice the difference. It would take me awhile to get used to this heat. Of course, that’s assuming I’d ever get used to it.

“Is Floss your real name?” I asked her as she pulled out the lemonade.

“No, but Hank’s called me Floss long enough, I don’t much answer to Florence anymore. He always said I was skinny enough he could floss his teeth with me. Now, everyone calls me that. I reckon it’s what they’ll chisel on my headstone when I die.”

Death wasn’t a comfortable subject for me, so I shifted gears as quickly as I could. “May I ask what happened to Hank’s leg? I noticed he limps when he walks.”

Floss finished pouring lemonade into the four glasses on the counter. “He got kicked by the colt a few months ago, which did a bit of damage to the cartilage and bone. Foolish numbskull needs a knee replacement surgery, but is stubborn as all get out. Keeps putting it off.”

“Why?”

“He’s a man, honey. Why do they