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I see you, Jasper.
“He should just send a text,” he says, irritation clear as he stacks the pancakes onto a plate. I grab one, not really sure what the problem is, and rip into it with my teeth.
“Uh yeah. I guess so, but it’s a small town and he’s our neighbor, and…you know, a friend.”
I stuff another grape into my mouth alongside the pancake and chew.
Jasper eyes me, finishing off the pancakes and setting them on the table.
“Yes, well I guess that makes sense.”
I stare at him a little while longer as I shovel food into my mouth until my stomach is impossibly full.
“I’m going to head outside. Feed the animals. You good here?” I say as I grab my jean jacket and head for the door.
He looks at my sister who still looks like she is having way too much fun. It’s fucking weird. I don’t know what to do with this Kristy. “I think breakfast is pretty much handled. I’ll go with you.”
“To feed animals?” I ask, my eyebrow raised.
“Yeah, to do that….um, but where are the animals?”
I throw a thumb over my shoulder. “Out back.”
“In those sheds?”
I snort. “They’re not sheds. They’re enclosures. And yeah, we have some animals. Chickens, pigs, a couple cows. A mini donkey.”
“Oh gods,” Jasper mutters. “Cows.”
“Afraid of cows?”
“Only a bit because they’re so big and I’m…not. They could trample me.”
“I wouldn’t be afraid of the cows. Be afraid of the rooster. He’s a mean fucker.”
“I can take on a rooster,” he murmurs, and I scoff because I’d like to see him try. Cluck Norris is not a joke.
“Well, then if you’re not afraid, come on then. Unless you’re too weak to do a little farm work.”
He scoffs angrily, all riled up. I really like that. “I can handle farm work, Bennet. Are you saying I can’t? I might not have a lot of bulk but I’m strong.”
I look at his high-end, impeccably clean outfit and then meet his stare with a raised eyebrow.
“Stop looking at me like that. I can handle anything. I’ve taken your dick, haven’t I?” he adds quietly.
I nearly choke and then start laughing. That he has. And he takes it so well. God, he was tight. Remembering makes my dick perk up and waggle its metaphorical eyebrows.
It wants in again. And again.
“Well, come on. Let’s go. We have shit to do today,” he says and marches to the mudroom, throwing a jacket on. He’s wearing clothes far too nice for this, but I don’t say anything. He’s so damn stubborn, I’m not sure he’d listen to me anyways. He’ll learn when he stains those nice pants with dirt and cow shit.
So, I just watch as he marches and shivers his way to the pig pen where he stops and recoils in horror. I don’t know how he missed the farm part of our property when we first arrived, but to be fair, we’ve stuck to the trailer and the house.
And he thought they were sheds. Don’t know why we’d have so many sheds, but then again he’s from California where the backyards are the size of my mudroom. We do have sheds and barns. The tractors and four-wheelers have to go somewhere.
And the animals need a safe space to sleep at night.
“God, they stink.”
