“Let’s get them fed so I can give you a tour.”
“Ending up in your bedroom?”
“Yeah, that sounds good.” I grasped his hand. “Why is it that I look at you and see my future?”
He swallowed. “I’m sorry.”
“You don’t need to be. You did what you had to do. I don’t begrudge you that.”
“You should.”
I shook my head. “That’s in the past. Like I said—when I look at you now, I see my future.”
“Yeah. So do I.”
We fed the goats. We washed our hands, had ham sandwiches, and I gave him a tour of the house—culminating in the bedroom.
After a rather torrid bout of lovemaking, we cuddled.
And strategized our future.
Epilogue
Anderson
“Ican’t believe I survived my first semester!” Adele sat on the sofa in the farmhouse and stretched her arms wide.
Yvonne chuckled. “You did. Great grades too.” She had a self-satisfied smile on her face that reassured me she had no problems paying for my daughter’s education.
Russell, our Australian shepherd, leapt into Adele’s lap. She laughed as he licked her face.
“I can’t believe you managed to rescue a dog who knows how to herd goats.” She laughed.
The damn dog preened.
“He’s a character.” Jarrod wrapped an arm around my shoulder. “He’s great with the visitors as well. Between herding them and keeping the goats in their proper place, he does well for himself. And rescue is relative.”
Adele eyed him. “He needed a new home.”
“Well, yes. The young couple who bought him didn’t realize how much exercise he would need.” Jarrod grinned. “Our luckwe went looking for a rescue about the time they placed an ad for the guy.”
As if knowing we were talking about him, Russell woofed.
Which got Rufus, Shaw’s dog, woofing as well.
“Oh shush.” Shaw glared at his dog.
Damien laughed—whether at his husband’s antics or the dog’s, I couldn’t be certain.
“Your replacement isn’t as competent as you.” Shaw eyed me.
“I gave her plenty of training.”
“He misses you.” Paget poked Shaw.
“I miss him too.”
“But not enough to be coaxed off the farm?” He pretended to be affronted. “I offered you a substantial raise.”
