Shiloh pulls away, wiping away tears. I rub her back, already having an idea of where this is headed. “But what? You’ll take them from her?”
He holds his hands up placatingly at her tone. “Not intentionally!” he rushes out. “But we’re a non-profit. If someone only wants to adopt one of her babies, we can’t stop them. We want all our rescues to go to a good home. Sometimes that means splitting families up.”
Shi crosses her arms, pressing her full tits against her thin shirt. My eyes widen. Do they look bigger, or am I that fucking desperate for her right now?
Hell, when am I not desperate?
“And if someone wants to adopt her right now, pregnant with twins and all?”
Shit, shit, shit!
He gapes for a second before recovering. “Well, that would be a fucking blessing, to be quite honest.” I shoot him a look and he clears his throat, blushing. “Sorry, ma’am. I meant no disrespect.”
She waves him off and turns to me. “I want her.”
“Wh-what?” I stutter, shocked as shit. “You want a horse?” I shake my head. “Correction. You want three horses?”
Nodding sharply, she looks back to the handler. “I want…wait, what’s her name?”
He runs a hand across her back. “This here is Lilah.”
Aww, fuck.
A choked sob slips free from Shiloh at the same time my heart skips a beat. The poor guy gives us a confused, slightly concerned look. Without a word, I bundle her up in my arms, murmuring words of love that no one around us can hear.
“It’s a sign,” she whimpers, wiping her tear-stained cheeks on my flannel.
I nod, already committing to life as an equine owner. How much space does a horse need? No. Three horses, probably more, knowing Shiloh’s bleeding heart.
Maybe a goat or two would be nice. The boys would definitely love some sheep.
My gaze slides around the corals surrounding us. My jaw pulses. So many abused animals who have never known what a safe family is supposed to feel like. And here my family is, happier than shit, living on six hundred natural acres with nothing but trees, lakes and mountains surrounding us.
We’re blessed as fuck.
They deserve some of what we have.
“We’ll take them all,” I declare, mentally calculating how long it’ll take me to get a whole farm operating. If I enlist all the construction crews I employ, maybe two or three weeks, at most. And Mr. Tobias down the street has a big ass farm. Surely he can give me some pointers.
How hard can it be?
Shiloh gasps and grips my shirt. Pulling away, she looks up at me with an expression filled with so much damn hope and longing I know there’s no turning back.
“Are you…are you serious?” the guy asks, looking slightly pale.
“Yep.” I cock a brow at Shiloh. “You want that, baby doll?”
Her responding smile makes my heart flutter and my head woozy. She’s stunning.
“So much yes! But are you sure you’re okay with this?”
Chuckling, I peck her nose. “Anything for you, wife.”
“I love—”
Her words trail off as she suddenly goes limp in my arms. I watch in horror as Shiloh’s eyes roll back in her head and she collapses lifelessly, taking my heart with her.
“Logan, I’m fine,” Shiloh groans, batting my hands away.
