Hannah frowned. “Where has Sparkles gone?”
“We’ve already moved her to Jacob Green’s property. The horse trailer could only take one animal at a time.”
Brett looked around the barn. There was more than enough room for the wedding guests without moving Impulse out of her stall. “Do you really need to move her? It might give your wedding guests something to talk about.”
Holly laughed. “Impulse would bat her incredibly long lashes at everyone, then eat their hats and spit in their faces. Even leaving her in here while we decorate the barn is risky.”
“In that case…” Brett undid the stall’s gate.
“What are you doing?” Hannah asked.
“I’m about to show you how to move a lonely alpaca.”
Holly laughed. “Good luck with that. I’ll be back in ten minutes to see if Impulse has listened to you.”
Brett watched Holly leave. The bridesmaids and groomsmen were working in the yard while Hannah moved Impulse. Or tried to.
He walked into the stall and held out his hand. Impulse lifted her nose, sniffing the air for any treats he might have brought with him.
Hannah gave him her carrot. “Watch your ribs. They’re still healing.”
“Impulse won’t nudge or kick me. She’s going to follow me into the horse trailer like a baby lamb.” He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth.
Impulse turned her head and looked at him.
“Who’s a good girl?” he crooned. “Let’s show Hannah how a polite alpaca behaves.” He took a step backward, and Impulse stepped forward. “That’s it, girl. One step at a time. Before you know it, you’ll be eating fresh hay in another pen.”
Brett wiggled Hannah’s carrot.
Impulse tilted her head to the side, stared at him with her big brown eyes, then took another step.
“Good, girl. That’s it. Take another step for me.” He walked backward, coaxing a very confused animal out of the barn.
As soon as Impulse’s back foot was in the horse trailer, he closed the gate and gave her a pat. “Good girl. You’ll be with Sparkles soon.”
“I don’t believe what I just saw,” Hannah said with a touch of awe in her voice. “You’re like an alpaca whisperer. Impulse did exactly what you wanted her to do.”
Brett enjoyed thirty seconds of adoration before showing Hannah his secret weapon.
“Why are you carrying an old T-shirt in your jacket pocket?” she asked.
“Daniel gave it to me. He rubbed Sparkles’ scent on an old T-shirt before she left. He thought it might come in handy in case Impulse wouldn’t move.”
“You left me here for half an hour before telling me about the T-shirt?”
Brett didn’t like the dangerous gleam in Hannah’s eyes. “I didn’t know what you were doing until Claire told me. Besides, it was kind of cute watching you wave the carrot. I would have run straight to you if I’d been an alpaca.”
“You’re trying to distract me by being sweet. It won’t work.”
He stepped forward and kissed her soft lips. “Are you sure?”
“I might be. Kiss me again and I’ll be able to tell you.”
Brett pulled her into her arms and showed her just how persuasive he could be. The last two months had been the happiest of his life. If he wasn’t enjoying Hannah’s company, he was talking to her on the phone or thinking about her.
Hannah ran her hands through his hair, dragging a groan from his misbehaving body.
A loud bang made them both jump.
