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Orla POV Theodore Martinez, or as Becca and Ezra call him ´Teddy´ is a huge enigma in my eyes, one I yearn to uncover. He is tall, but not as tall as Ezra. He is muscular, not as lean as Ezra… his position in the field requires agility and strength… His cinnamon skin, brown eyes, bushy eyebrows, and a beaming smile that fills any room; were his best assets. Becca and I went with Mr. Anderson to the hardware store, because we were helping them paint their old race tractors. When we came back, my mouth dried when I saw him wearing a tank, with his lumberjack flannel tied to his waist. Damn, country-boy look! Becca and I painted the exteriors while they worked on the engines. We had lunch at his parent´s place, his mother is the best cook I have ever met. Those enchiladas were to die fo