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In many ways, Dean has a good life—a spacious house in the Shenandoah Valley, the thriving farm he inherited from his late father, a devoted brother who lives only an hour and a half away. But he’s missing the one thing he wants most of all: someone he can take care of and build a life with. Or, as Sam would put it, someone to cook for. He figures finding The One isn’t something he can make happen. But the cooking blog his Instagram followers have been clamoring for? He can do that. And if flirting with the nerdy far-left activist who found his food pictures brings in more engagement to his culinary creations…well, he tells himself that it’s all part of the social media game.

“John?” He swiveled his head to see who the fuck was calling him by his first name but regretted it instantly when he caught sight of the tall, dark-haired man next to him. No. No, god, please no. Murphy suddenly felt sick and was once again struggling to catch his breath. There was no possible way, out of anyone to fucking survive the trip down to the ground that he was here. Here, next to Murphy in this hall that now seemed so goddamned small, way too small to breathe in, touching his arm for Christ’s sake. He was practically hyperventilating.---Set at the beginning of season 2.When Murphy returned to Camp Jaha on a stretcher, he found himself face-to-face with someone from his past.Bellamy needed to help rescue the other delinquents, but he couldn't forget the terrified look in Murphy's eyes.Who was the man in the hall, and what did he want with Murphy?

The blackberries had a bumper crop this summer.