“That makes sense.”
“But I’m kind of regretting my life choices with the amount of trouble they’re causing.”
“You’ll forget all about it when those nannies have their kids,” he says with a grin.
The goat lying on its side strikes out to kick Zane right in the gut.
He grunts and pins the goat’s legs while he climbs onto the Honda behind me. “Ready. I’ve got a shower with my name on it.”
With Zane sitting on the seat, there’s not a lot of room between him and the gas cap, which means I’m gonna really be sitting on his lap this time on the way back.
At least Chip has decided to run back, trailing the goats as they head back to the barn.
I try to scoot as far forward as I can, but then my thighs are bumping the handlebars.
“Don’t worry about me. You won’t squish me if you lean back,” Zane offers.
That’s not what I’m worried about, I think, but I don’t say that.
With a resigned sigh, I slide back against him, settling against his lap. I turn on the Honda again.
It’s a good thing it’s dark; otherwise, he would see me blushing like crazy right now.
We follow the other four goats all the way back up to the barn. They run under the side overhang and immediately start climbing the panels to get into the barn. One of them jumps all the way in, not even bumping the top of the panel.
“I can see why you have a hard time containing these guys,” Zane comments.
“They really don’t respect fences,” I reply as I shut off the four-wheeler.
I climb off and hold the billy goat’s legs while Zane jumps to the ground. He lifts the goat down and leads him toward the barn. The billy isn’t fighting anymore now that he knows there are snacks at the end of this trip.
I can’t really blame him; I’m the same way.
We get everybody tucked in and lights off in the barn, and I turn to face my husband. “Thanks for coming and checking on me and helping me get those guys back in. It would’ve been a lot more of a rodeo if you weren’t here.”
“No problem. Happy to help. I was just getting worried about you ’cause, usually, you’re home by this time.”
It’s funny how a few simple words can make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
He was concerned about me, and that’s why he’s out here.
“Well, are you ready to head back?” he asks.
“Yeah, I need to shower too.”
“Sounds good. I’ll race you back,” he teases as we walk toward the pickups.
I left the Honda parked by the barn because I’ll need it in the morning.
“It’s nice weather. Almost thought about jumping in the creek today,” he says conversationally as I latch the gate behind us.
“I’m so sweaty and disgusting after today,” I admit.
“Always takes me a while to adjust to the warmer weather. See you at home.”
It takes us less than ten minutes to get back to his house.
I put the dogs away in the barn, get them all fed and watered, and then head up to the house.
