“I love you, Violet Morgan Graves. With everything I have.”
She stroked my beard. “And I love you Jasper James Campbell with everythingIhave.”
“Will you marry me?”
“Yeah, I’ll so fuckin’ marry you,” she said, and I laughed, then kissed her again.
“Tomorrow, you choose your ring, Saturday, we buy a house.”
“Or maybe we set up some walk-throughs on Saturday,” she countered. “I want to find the right one with room for chickens.”
I raised my pinky and she wrapped hers around it. “Yeah, baby, we can do that.”
She smiled. “You wanna take this to the bedroom and return the favor?”
“Hell, yeah, I do.”
She laughed, standing, and making a run for the bedroom. I stood and removed my already halfway gone clothes and joined her.
Violet
“Good morning, Letti,” Al said, poking his head into the hatchery. “You’re here early.”
I smiled. “Good morning. Yes, very light traffic.”
“You got a minute to chat?”
“Yeah, sure,” I said, setting my notes aside after visiting Ellie and her new calf, Quincy.
I peeled off my gloves and discarded them, washing my shaky hands before following Al to his office. I felt my heart race as I walked down the hall. It was a little over a week since the ‘incident,’ as I was choosing to call it.
Joe had quit the following day, so I’d returned to work on Monday to find a new security guard and I was sporting a gorgeous engagement ring. Not that I could actually wear it on my finger, but it was on a chain around my neck during work, then I’d slip it on at the end of the day. It was perfection. A pear shaped one-carat diamond in a halo with twelve diamonds encircling it. Aero and I had pinpointed six homes we wanted to look at over the weekend, so I had started to relax.
Rookie mistake.
Al probably had the cops waiting in his office, ready to slap the cuffs on me, or torture me to get information on the club. Holy crap, if they made me sit under a bright light, I’d sing like a canary. I was not made for interrogations. I was a terrible liar. I always had been.
