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“Mornin’,” Ryan grumbled.
Fianna pulled one of her perfectly styled brows. “What got your tail up this morning?”
“Nothin’.”
Fianna snickered. “Oh, I know! I heard about the girl that called herself the General.”
“Weren’t you already here yesterday to see Stormchaser?”
“Just because I practically grew up on this farm and we’re family now that I’ve married your cousin, doesn’t mean that I accept your boorish attitude.”
Ryan sighed. “Sorry.”
“Tell me what’s up. Maybe I can help?”
“I had a talk with my parents about taking over the farm.”
Stormchaser moved around in his box stall when he noticed Ryan approaching. Ryan weaved his hand through his raven mane while Fianna rubbed Stormchaser’s neck. The regal animal wasn’t too fond of people, but Fianna and Ryan could always come up to him without a worry.
“I can imagine that things weren’t easy to discuss.”
Ryan nodded. “Yeah.”
“Is it your dad?”
“Yes. He has it in his head that every single detail needs to be perfect before I can take over. But you and I both know that things never will be absolutely perfect around here. It’s a farm, for Christ’s sake. Things never go according to plan. If the animals ain’t acting up or getting sick, it’s the staff around the farm messing up schedules. And don’t get me started on the suppliers and buyers that are slicker than a boiled onion. Forget about nature making this the driest season in history, leaving us with extra costs and extra worries.”
Fianna hummed in agreement. “And you want to take over… why exactly?”
He cocked his head. “You know why.”
“Actually, I don’t know many people our age that would take on such a responsibility.”
“Megan just took over Vic’s farm, and she has zero experience whatsoever.”
Fianna smiled. “Megan? So the General actually has a nice name?”
“Get lost,” Ryan said, while Fianna chuckled.
“I’m in awe of anyone brave enough to deal with all the headaches,” Fianna said.
“Megan also has twins to take care of.” Ryan knew he was boasting about his new friend, but he didn’t give a shit.
Fianna rubbed her very pregnant belly. “Oh? What age?”
“Five-year-old girls.”
The glint in Fianna’s eyes gave nothing away about her having a boy or a girl.
“Are you excited?” he asked.
“Yes. We both are. Ronan has been beside himself these past seven months. I don’t even want to know how he’ll react when the baby is finally here.”
He watched Fianna kiss Stormchaser’s neck while they’d safely tucked away the rest of the stallion behind the half-open stall doors.
“You’re probably eager to get back on this fella?”
Fianna smiled. “Yeah. I trust him, but you can never be sure.”
