Page 187 of Huckleberry Hill
Chapter Forty-Three
Town
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“No,” Declan said.
I lifted Tempest toward his face. “Please?”
“No,” he said again, but his voice lacked any firmness.
“But I bought her a harness. If she were a dog, we’d take her.”
“But she’s not a dog, and we’re not going to be those people.”
“What people?”
“Those people who have to bring their baby goat wherever they go. We’ll have to find goat friendly restaurants. Goat friendly bars.”
“We’re in Huckleberry Hill,” I stated. “Everything is goat friendly.”
He sighed and ran a hand through his dark hair.
“Come on, you know you want to,” I said with a smile.
“Fine,” he relented. “We’ll take Tempest to the Mushroom Festival.”
“Yay! You made us both very happy!”
“Let’s get ready and get out of here,” he said. “You’re feeling okay, right?”
“Hmm. Yeah, I feel fine,” I assured him.
“Your side?”
“Tender, but it no longer hurts when I breathe.” I looked at him through my lashes. “Good enough to . . . ya know.”
“Ya know?” He raised his brows.
“Don’t make me say it.”
“Say it.”
“Good enough to be hogtied and rode hard.”
“Ma’am.” Declan widened his eyes.
“I’m in love with a cowboy.” I shrugged. “May as well take full advantage.”
“I know you’re recovered, but maybe we should ease into that.” He kissed the end of my nose. “Come on, let’s go the festival and talk about this later.”
“I don’t want to talk about this later. I want to talk about this now. Do I need to stamp my foot and throw a tantrum to get your attention?”
“No, you definitely don’t need to throw a tantrum to get my attention. I know where you’re at.”
“You don’t want to touch me anymore, do you?” I asked.
“What? Are you crazy? I’m going out of my mind not touching you,” he said.
