“You got it.”
“Just making sure I get the names right.”
Haven flashed a bemused grin. “Fair.”
“My boys do look a lot alike,” Maggie said, smiling fondly as her gaze arced amongst them.
I quickly scanned the group. “Jude?” That one was easier with Kendall standing beside him.
“You got it,” Maggie nodded.
“I saw Asher just the other day.” I glanced at the last two. “Lincoln and Grady?” I pointed at each as I spoke.
“A-plus on the Silver family test,” Tommy teased.
The brothers exchanged light jabs and teasing, clearly communicating in that familiar shorthand only siblings could understand. They began helping set the table for dinner.
Kendall slipped her hand through my elbow. “Let’s sit. Let the men do all the work.”
I giggled as I glanced up at her. “Makes sense.”
She let out a satisfied sigh as we sat down. “I’m exhausted,” she said, lifting her hand to sift through her brown curls, which were pulled into a ponytail. “Is there hay in my hair?”
I glanced up, eyeing it. “Um, yes.”
“Always.” She rolled her eyes.
“Would you like me to get it out?”
“Yes, please. I washed my hands and my face, but I forgot the hay. I don’t need to have it falling in my food.”
I bit my lip to keep from laughing before reaching up to pull a few pieces of hay from her ponytail. “You run the large animal rescue, if I recall.”
“I do. Do you need a three-hundred-pound pig?” she asked, her tone dry.
“Um…no,” I said, startled into laughter.
“I’m looking for a home, but I think it’s gonna end up being me and Jude.”
“Is the pig going to live inside?”
Jude sat down on the other side of Kendall, resting his elbows on the table as he glanced over at me. “I’m planning to build a big enough house that apparently a three-hundred-pound pig can comeinsideon occasion.”
“That is love,” I said, completely serious.
Kendall beamed. “Itis, isn’t it? Unless we find someone with a farm. But they have to be nice.”
“She can always live at the rescue,” Jude pointed out.
“I think she’s lonely at night,” Kendall replied.
Jude shook his head slightly, as he let out a snort of disbelief. “She has plenty of friends in the rescue. Did you ever consider that?”
“Yes. But Jude, pigs are very social creatures,” she pressed.
“What’s her name?” I asked.
“Annie.”
