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I look out the window.What a beautiful day.I find Kennedy’s boots and head to the barn. It’s time to do somemucking. And then maybe later, when Luke gets home, it’ll be time to do something that rhymes with that.

CHAPTER 19

Luke

I burst out laughing.“What the hell is this?”

The barn is not onlycleanbut it is also organized. And I didn’t do it.

My chest warms as I glance back at the house and wonder if Laina did it. I can imagine her out here in Kennedy’s pink boots with a pair of leggings and a tank top that leaves little to the imagination. She’s as adorable as shit, and she has been helping me more willingly.I only had to coax her with oral once yesterday. But to imagine her out here on her own is wild.

And so fucking hot.

I leave everything from the feed store in my truck except the present I bought Laina. I’m almost to the porch before she throws open the door and waves.

“That trip took entirely too long,” she says, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing the hell out of me.

“I could get used to this.”

I scoop an arm under her ass and lift. Her legs lock around my waist as she kisses me again.

“Did you clean the barn?” I ask, stepping inside and closing the door behind us with my foot.

Her eyes sparkle. “Do you like it?”

“No. I love it. That was so sweet. Thank you, Pumpkin.”

She bites her lip. “Every time you call me that, I think of your tattoo, and then I want you to fuck me. It’s automatic. Boom, boom, boom.”

“Your wish is my command.”

“No, actually, put me down.” She unwinds herself from me. “I did something else, and it’s fantastic. I think you’re going to love it.”

“Wow. You cleaned the barn and did something else? You’re on fire today.”

“It’s been a good day. But also, your one-hour trip turned into four. I had time to kill. What happened?”

I hand her a pink shirt from the feed store. “First, I got you a present.”

She unfolds it and then giggles. “They even make them in pink?”

“Hey, women are farmers, too.”

“Well, I can’t wait to wear this. Thank you for being so sweet to me.”

I pour myself a glass of tea. “You’re my lady. Of course, I have to be sweet to you.”

She beams.

“What’s this other surprise?” I ask, taking a sip. “Tell me it’s lingerie.”

She makes a face. “No. It’s a cake.”

I laugh. “A cake?”

“Hang on.”

The garage door opens and then closes. Laina comes around the corner carrying a two-layer cake covered in chocolate icing.It tilts slightly to the side, despite her attempt at leveling it out with extra icing and cherries.