Page 80 of Forget That Guy
“Later,” she teased as she crawled over me, smearing my come along my stomach. “We have cows to check on.”
“We?” I asked.
“Well.” She winked. “I was told to not come into work today by my boss. And I’m not sitting here doing nothing all day. I might as well join you.”
Hot damn.
Nothing sounded better.
NINETEEN
Safety third.
—Denver to Holly
HOLLY
Honestly, despite the bad day that I’d had the day before, today was turning out to be a pretty damn good one. All things considered.
At least, ithadbeen.
We’d started out the morning eating a late breakfast that Margery and Sorcha had put on.
Margery, Denver’s mother, was so stinkin’ cute.
I found it even cuter when she announced, “I hope you’re okay with us cooking today, seeing as I fired your other cook.”
That comment had everyone at the table freezing.
Denver paused with a massive bite of waffle halfway to his mouth, syrup and butter dripping down onto the tabletop in front of him. “It’s Thursday. What happened?”
Sorcha rolled her eyes. “Mom walked into the house today, and Enid acted like she was the lady of the house. Ordered Mom to take off her shoes and not to come into her kitchen.”
“Oh, boy,” Denver commented.
My eyes wide, I gasped, “She did what? Does she know that this is practically your house?”
I mean, she hadn’t lived there in years and years, but I remembered a time when it was Margery in this kitchen baking and not random women.
Margery, for the years that her husband was working, was the cook who fed all the ranch hands and kids running around.
And Enid didn’t stop and think…well, I should probably not insult her?
“That’s what I asked her exactly. Who did she think she was telling me I couldn’t come into my own house?”
“Technically, you haven’t lived here in fourteen years,” Sorcha pointed out. “But anyway, Mom asked her what the fuck she was thinking, literally. When Enid said that she was going to be the woman of the house soon and that she needed to mind her manners, Mom told her to take a hike. Enid was all ‘you can’t fire me, Denver hired me,’ Mom told her that she was the one that started his trust fund.”
Denver snorted. “I was having issues with her as it was. Though I’m going to have to figure out a replacement.”
“I can do that,” Sorcha sighed. “The grandbabies are old enough now that they want to put them in daycare for socialization. This’ll be a good transition back to working full-time. Though I’d like to still have the weekends off so I can see them.”
“I can cover a weekend day,” I offered. “I love cooking. Plus, I think you do the feedings in the morning way more than you should, and I don’t really work enough to be paying for a full-blown apartment. Especially not when you threw that truck into the mix for me to drive.”
Denver shoved another quarter of a waffle into his mouth, wiped his beard with his napkin, then stood up to clear his plate and mine.
I’d given him the rest of my waffle, which he’d finished with those two previous bites.
I stood up and started to clear the table, but Sorcha waved me off. “Don’t. I got it.”
