Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 70566 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70566 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
“Fuck,” I growled.
“Later,” she teased as she crawled over me, smearing my come along my stomach. “We have cows to check on.”
“We?” I asked.
“Well.” She winked. “I was told to not come into work today by my boss. And I’m not sitting here doing nothing all day. I might as well join you.”
Hot damn.
Nothing sounded better.
NINETEEN
Safety third.
—Denver to Holly
HOLLY
Honestly, despite the bad day that I’d had the day before, today was turning out to be a pretty damn good one. All things considered.
At least, it had been.
We’d started out the morning eating a late breakfast that Margery and Sorcha had put on.
Margery, Denver’s mother, was so stinkin’ cute.
I found it even cuter when she announced, “I hope you’re okay with us cooking today, seeing as I fired your other cook.”
That comment had everyone at the table freezing.
Denver paused with a massive bite of waffle halfway to his mouth, syrup and butter dripping down onto the tabletop in front of him. “It’s Thursday. What happened?”
Sorcha rolled her eyes. “Mom walked into the house today, and Enid acted like she was the lady of the house. Ordered Mom to take off her shoes and not to come into her kitchen.”
“Oh, boy,” Denver commented.
My eyes wide, I gasped, “She did what? Does she know that this is practically your house?”
I mean, she hadn’t lived there in years and years, but I remembered a time when it was Margery in this kitchen baking and not random women.
Margery, for the years that her husband was working, was the cook who fed all the ranch hands and kids running around.
And Enid didn’t stop and think…well, I should probably not insult her?
“That’s what I asked her exactly. Who did she think she was telling me I couldn’t come into my own house?”
“Technically, you haven’t lived here in fourteen years,” Sorcha pointed out. “But anyway, Mom asked her what the fuck she was thinking, literally. When Enid said that she was going to be the woman of the house soon and that she needed to mind her manners, Mom told her to take a hike. Enid was all ‘you can’t fire me, Denver hired me,’ Mom told her that she was the one that started his trust fund.”
Denver snorted. “I was having issues with her as it was. Though I’m going to have to figure out a replacement.”
“I can do that,” Sorcha sighed. “The grandbabies are old enough now that they want to put them in daycare for socialization. This’ll be a good transition back to working full-time. Though I’d like to still have the weekends off so I can see them.”
“I can cover a weekend day,” I offered. “I love cooking. Plus, I think you do the feedings in the morning way more than you should, and I don’t really work enough to be paying for a full-blown apartment. Especially not when you threw that truck into the mix for me to drive.”
Denver shoved another quarter of a waffle into his mouth, wiped his beard with his napkin, then stood up to clear his plate and mine.
I’d given him the rest of my waffle, which he’d finished with those two previous bites.
I stood up and started to clear the table, but Sorcha waved me off. “Don’t. I got it.”
I sighed. “It’d be really nice if everyone stopped treating me like I was spun glass.”
“You were kidnapped yesterday,” Margery pointed out. “Let us be nice. There’ll be plenty of time later when we’re not as considerate.”
I just shook my head, because what else was there to do?
After leaving Denver’s family in the house, I walked with him to the barn to help saddle up the horses we’d be riding for the day.
We’d just gotten to the barn when Sorcha hurried out of the house and called out to us.
Denver turned with a frown on his face when he saw Sorcha’s worried look.
She held out a Walmart sack to us and said, “Hey, these papers look really important, Holly.”
I winced. “Oh, shit.”
“What are they?” Denver asked as he reached for them before I could.
I started to take them away from him but he only shoved the empty sack in my hand before reading what was on the papers. “What is this?”
I sighed and crossed my arms over my chest. “My mother’s suing me.”
“For what?” Denver barked at the same time Sorcha cried out, “What?”
I scrubbed at my face, noticing a sticky spot on my finger, and brought it to my lips as I said, “For the life insurance policy that my dad left me after his death.”
Denver growled. “She’s doing what now?”
Seeing no point in lying now, I told them everything.
“Mom wants her fair share,” I said. “She also tried to take me to court for the house that she thought I got. But luckily, that went to you.”
Denver grunted and thumbed through the pages. “You have a lawyer?”