“I wouldn’t mind.”
“Maybe. But you’ve got goats who’ve missed you.”
He grinned. “Oh, Mila will have taken good care of them. Even spoiled them a bit.”
“If you say so.” I squeezed his hand. Then I let go and pushed away from the table.
We stood at the same time.
He held open his arms.
I stepped into them.
He squeezed me. “They always grow up too fast.”
“Goats?”
“Uh, no. I meant kids.” He chuckled. “Although baby goats are called kids…”
On that, we both laughed.
I rubbed my cheek against his stubbled jaw. “I’ve missed you.”
He sighed, pressing a kiss to my cheek. “Not as much as I’ve missed you. Let’s go.”
And so we did.
Chapter Ten
Jarrod
Ishouldn’t have been nervous bringing Anderson home with me—and yet I was. I drove carefully, always keeping sight of him in my rearview mirror. I’d provided him with my address—in case we got separated—but he kept pace with me and pulled into the driveway behind me.
Mila stepped out from the clapboard-sided white two-story farmhouse. I tried to ignore the peeling paint and the sagging porch step. Always on my to-do list…but never quite getting done.
“Hey, Jarrod.” She waved. “They missed you.”
I exited my truck, locked it, and stepped toward her.
Anderson was just behind me.
“I appreciate you taking care of them for me.” I gestured. “This is my friend, Anderson.” I caught his gaze. “This is the woman who keeps me sane. Mila.”
She stepped forward with her arm outstretched.
Anderson took it.
I caught his eyes widening slightly.
Yep, Mila had a hell of a grip—and wasn’t afraid to use it. Anything to prove she was as competent as her brother.
“I was just going to give Anderson a tour.”
“Cool. I need to be getting home. Give me a call if you need me. Otherwise, I’ll be here Tuesday morning.” She worked for me Tuesday, Thursday, and Sunday mornings. Theoretically so I could sleep in—but I never did. I appreciated her help, though. “Oh, how did the market go?”
“Sold out. That’s why I’m not there today. I wasn’t the only one, either. I feel kind of bad for the people who turn up today, but I found a guy who knits sweaters to take my table. They look so damn comfortable, I considered buying one for myself.”
“Hopefully he gets good sales. Nice to meet you, Anderson.” She waved and then headed over to her pickup truck. Moments later, she was gone.
