Page 160 of Huckleberry Hill
“What were you saying about getting lunch?”
His eyes darkened as he closed the closet door and then he gently pushed me against the wall. “I know what I want for lunch.”
His fingers reached for the button of my pants.
“You better find something to stuff into my mouth,” I replied huskily. “I’m a screamer.”
He opened a drawer and pulled out a pair panties. With a wicked grin, he shoved them into my mouth. “Yes. I’m aware.”
Chapter Thirty-Six
The Ranch
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The rain started two days later. It woke me up in the middle of night. I was naked and sprawled atop Declan when I heard the quiet patter of raindrops.
“I love that sound,” he whispered. “Rain on a tin roof.”
Tempest bleated from the living room.
“I’ll check on her,” he said, kissing my forehead.
I rolled off him and he got up, putting on a pair of boxers. He went to check on the baby goat in her makeshift pen to keep her confined, but the cabin was not big enough for a baby goat, a six-foot three cowboy and a five-foot-four brunette.
It was fine in the interim, but I was sleeping over every night. My clothes were finding their way into the closet and dresser.
But everything was perfect, and I didn’t want to shake up our rhythm.
Declan came back holding Tempest to his chest. “She used her litter box, had a snack and some water, but I thought she could use some cuddles.”
“You really want a dog, don’t you,” I joked.
“I do,” he said. “But she’s a good substitute for the time being.”
I pulled on Declan’s discarded T-shirt and reached for the baby goat. I set her on my lap and she immediately laid down and put her head on my knee.
“Why don’t you guys have dogs? Ranches always have dogs.”
“We had a dog,” I said. “When I was younger. She was Mom’s dog. She passed away our last year in high school, and after losing Mom, it kind of broke us. So we didn’t get another one.” I looked down at Tempest. “Maybe it’s time, though.”
“If your dad isn’t going to get married again, he needs a furry companion.”
“Did I tell you I met Dr. Swanson?” I asked. “At the bakery when I was helping Gracie?”
“Ah, no you didn’t.”
I pinched his side. “You didn’t tell me she was nearly twenty years younger than my dad.”
“What can I say that won’t get me into trouble?”
“Hmm. You are a wise man, Declan Brewer.” I cocked my head to the side. “I think it’s time you told me your middle name.”
“Nope.”
“Is it really that embarrassing?”
“Yes. It’s really that embarrassing. What’s your middle name?”
