“True.”
“I won’t be able to take the same two days off every week, or any at all, some weeks.”
“We’ll cope.”
He glances at me. “Will we?”
“Yes. This is your dream, Flynn. I’ll support you any way you need.”
“Thank you.”
I point at the car driving into the courtyard. “Here’s Angus to back you up.”
Flynn blows out a breath. “I can’t believe he’s willing to help.”
“Are you kidding? He’s ecstatic that you want to get more involved with the farm.”
“Really?”
“Yes. The last thing Angus wants is to be left to run this farm. He’s more likely to sell it if that happens.”
“That would be a shame.”
“You're his knight in shining armour. Or his cow farmer with a pitchfork.”
Flynn grimaces and laughs at the same time.
“My point is, he’s been grateful to you since the day you showed up to help on the farm. This isn’t the life he wants, but it is the life you want.”
“What about you?”
“Eh, I don’t care as long as I get to wake up next to you every morning.”
Flynn nibbles his lip. “Sure?”
“Positive. I love you. I support you.Nothingis going to change that.”
He threads his fingers through mine. “Same.”
Angus gets out of his car and jogs over to mine, knocking on Flynn’s window. “Ready?” he asks when Flynn winds the window down.
Flynn glances at me.
I put my thumbs up. “You’ve got this, baby.”
He takes another deep breath. “Ready.”
He gets out of the car, and he and Angus head in through the back door. There’s nothing I can do except wait, so I turn the radio on and sing to some tunes to pass the time.
The wait is excruciating. I expected Flynn and Angus to waltz in there, put the proposal to Tony, and come out five minutes later, grinning.
Half an hour later, I’m still waiting. I turn the music off, get out of the car, and wander around the farmyard, breathing in the country air. The scent of cow dung isn’t so bad, once you get used to it.
I sit on the open gate, my feet resting on one of the metal rungs, doing the typical film-thing of chewing the end of a piece of straw. It doesn’t taste great. Why do farmers in films always chew straw?
The back door swings open, and Flynn and Angus wander across the yard to join me. Their expressions give nothing away, leaving me to fret and worry. Tony can't have said no. He’d have been a fool to. Flynn is the best thing that’s happened to this farm.
About two steps away, Flynn’s composure breaks, and he grins from ear to ear.
