Page 14 of Wyatt & Weston
“We made the right call, Weston. Goats with a pretty lady and barn repair tomorrow.”
“Who knew the angry, swearing like a sailor, and ready to brawl with her husband had such a soft spot for goats.” My brother smirks and opens the door, letting Emma out first.
I don’t miss that we both have our eyes on her ass and perfect legs in those jeans as she walks toward the UTV.
“Are you two gonna look at my ass all day or are we getting some work done. Let’s go, boys. My babies are waiting.”
This woman really is obsessed with goats, and I just don’t see the appeal. We have them for meat and milk, and the guests like the kids, but otherwise, they’re a pain in the ass. But her excitement is contagious, and I find myself grinning despite my dislike for the little escape artists.
Weston and I get in the UTV and head to the goat barn, where Hadley is already waiting on the tractor with the little trailer hitched behind it. As we park and get out, the goats start bleating loudly, clearly excited about their impending move.
One by one, we pick up the goats and place them in the trailer. Emma dives right in, showing no hesitation as she lifts a particularly squirmy kid into her arms.
“Hey, careful there, Hellcat. Don’t let them headbutt you,” I warn, grabbing a goat of my own.
She grins at me, a sparkle in her eyes. “I can handle a few goats, Wyatt.”
“Oh yeah? What else can you handle?” I lick my lips, trailing my eyes up and down her body.
Her’s widen slightly. “I guess you’ll have to try to figure that out, huh?” She bites her bottom lip.
She better be careful with her words, because I’m going to take that as a challenge.
As we continue loading the goats, Emma’s laughter and light-hearted chatter make the work go by way faster than usual. Her voice is sweet as she baby-talks each goat she puts in the trailer, assuring them they’re just going to a new home and not to be scared.
At one point, she stumbles over a particularly stubborn billy, and Weston catches her just in time, his hands on her waist.
“Easy there, Red,” Weston says, his voice low and playful. “Don’t need you getting trampled by a goat.”
Emma’s cheeks flush as she steadies herself, her hands lingering on Weston’s arms for a moment longer than necessary.
“Thanks, Weston,” she purrs, brushing herself off.
“Careful, Hellcat,” I say, stepping closer, my gaze locked on hers. “Wouldn’t want you getting hurt. We’d miss having you around.”
She looks up at me, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Don’t worry about me, Wyatt. But if you’re offering to catch me next time, I might just take a tumble.”
I grin, my pulse quickening. “Well, brother, we got ourselves a sassy little thing. She’s got an answer for everything.”
“What’s wrong, cowboy? You don’t like when women talk back to you?”
“I’m finding I like it…a lot.” I lean in, blowing my hot breath on her ear, and feel her shiver.
Weston lets her go and she steps out from between us, grabbing the billy goat by the horns and dragging him to the trailer.
“She’s T-R-O-U-B-L-E,” I mumble.
“That she is,” Weston agrees.
“We’ve always been good at getting into trouble,” I smirk.
“Stop lollygagging and let’s go!” Hadley shouts. “You’re letting Emma do all the work, ya assholes.”
When all fifty goats are loaded onto the trailer, we follow Hadley to the pasture. As soon as we open the trailer door, the goats jump out, scattering across the fresh grass.
“They’re so cute,” Emma says, watching them with a soft smile.
“You won’t think so after the next part of the morning.” Weston chuckles.
