Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 102016 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 510(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102016 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 510(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
She nods, and I open the door, and we step inside. They aren’t furnished yet, but they’re already impressive.
The kitchen and living room are open to each other. There’s a loft above, which sleeps four, and there’s a tiny bedroom that sleeps another two. There’s one bathroom for the whole cabin.
“It’s so much bigger inside than it looks from out there,” she murmurs, walking around. “And these windows. Bridger, someone’s going to come in here and never want to leave.”
I chuckle and shove my hands into my pockets, nodding.
“I know. I told Beck he’ll have people offering him a million dollars to buy one.”
“You may joke, but I think you’re right.”
“It’s not really a joke.” I stay back and let her wander through, then up the stairs. She leans over the railing, smiling down at me.
“Hey.” She waves.
“Hey yourself, beautiful girl.”
She laughs and then comes back down the stairs. “Beckett is going to kill it with these. Is he going to offer hunting guides and stuff, too?”
“Yeah, that’s the long-term plan.” I can’t help it. I pull Dani against me, wrap my arms around her shoulders, and plant my lips in her hair, hugging her to me. I need to touch this woman constantly. She’s like a drug, and I’m completely addicted to her.
“You’re so fucking amazing, sweetheart.”
“Gosh, Bridger, you give the best hugs. I know others have told you that, but it’s so true.”
I like to hug. And not any of that half-assed pat-you-on-the-back bullshit, either. If I care enough about someone to hug them, I want to hug them.
And I love the way Dani melts into me, her head pressed to my chest in exactly the right spot, her arms wrapped around my torso.
She fits me.
“How are you feeling?” I ask her softly. “Ready to keep going?”
“Yes. I want to see the cows. I’ve always had a soft spot for them.”
“What about the goats?”
She frowns up at me. “You have goats?”
“Yeah, and chickens—” She stiffens at that, and I narrow my eyes at her.
“No chickens, okay?” Her lower lip quivers, but she firms it and raises her chin. “Not today.”
“No chickens. Let’s go see the cows and goats. How do you feel about puppies?”
“Oh, I am fond of puppies.”
“I thought you’d say that.”
She’s not just fond of puppies, I discover when we make our way over to the dairy barn, where Beckett’s milking cows and keeping an eye on the little terrors that are almost ready to find homes.
She freaks out over puppies.
Dani sits on her butt, right on the ground, and giggles as all seven of the dogs climb around her, into her lap, and all around, trying to kiss her face.
Beckett and I share a smile, and then Dani climbs to her feet again and scoops one of the pups into her arms.
“Oh, you’re just a baby.” She kisses its nose and then buries her face in its neck. “You’re so sweet. And you smell so good.”
“Puppy smell,” Beckett agrees. “Someone should figure out how to bottle it. They’d make a fucking fortune. By the way, are you going to say hi to me?”
“Hey, Beck,” Dani says with a laugh and crosses to my brother, lifting onto her toes to kiss his cheek. “Why do you keep getting more handsome every time I see you?”
“Hey now. No flirting with my brother.”
Dani smirks at me and then sets the puppy down so it can run back to join its siblings.
“Wanna learn how to milk a cow?” Beckett asks Dani.
“Heck yes, I wanna learn how to milk a cow. Show me.”
We spend a couple of hours with Beckett and his men in the barn, and as he shows Dani how to set the cows up to the machines as well as the process of getting the milk from them, I change the water for the dogs, tidy up their pen, and then go out and water our horses.
When I return inside to gather my girl and take her home, I can hear her laughing with my brother.
This woman can do anything. She’s currently helping Beck unhook the machines from a cow’s teat, and she’s giggling like crazy.
Birdie would love this. I can picture the two of them here, playing with the puppies and harassing Beckett, and I make a mental note to bring them both next time.
“Are you about ready to head back?” I ask Dani when she turns and smiles at me.
“Yeah, I think so. I hope I didn’t ruin all this afternoon’s milk supply, Beck.”
“Only most of it.” Beckett winks at her. “It’s a good thing you’re an excellent teacher because it’s safe to say that you’re not a dairy farmer.”
“Well, shucks. That breaks my heart.” She giggles again and walks right to me, wraps her arms around me, and hugs me. “Let’s go.”
Beck winks at me over the top of her head, and I turn to guide her out to the truck.