I could get used to all this attention. I love how attentive Jameson is to me and it’s nice to be able to sit back and relax. I could see myself getting comfortable here.
“You ready?”
I simply nod my head yes. The thought of spending the entire day with Jameson sounds like a dream. One I never want to wake up from.11Jameson“Oh my gosh. It’s like a real farm.” Bunny’s whole face lights up as we make our way over toward one of the many barns I have on the property. The one next to the main house is more personal. The back barn doors swing open and out comes a flock of chickens.
“Chickens!” she half screams. I’ve never seen someone so happy to see chickens before. She runs over toward them. Boone comes strolling out a few seconds later. As does the rooster, Rocky.
“Bunny, watch the cock. He can be a mean bastard.” The other chickens run around, but Rocky starts strutting toward her. He looks as though he’s on a mission, and from experience, it’s probably not a friendly one. “Hey,” I bark at him in warning. He doesn't even look my way. He is the one animal that doesn't listen to me around here. I make a beeline for Bunny to swoop her off her feet before Rocky can scare the shit out of her.
“He’s fine.” She waves me off, bending down with her hand stretched out in a friendly gesture. She’s acting as though she’s dealing with a kitten or something. Then the little bastard does the last thing I would ever expect him to do. He lets her pet him. He stands tall as she strokes his feathers, and I swear the little jerk actually rubs his face against her hand. Enjoying every second of the attention she’s giving him.
“Ain't that something?” Boone drawls, watching them.
“You better be talking about the rooster.” I give him a look. He holds up his hands. Boone is wet behind the ears. To be honest, I don’t even know where the kid came from. I found him in one of my old bunk houses we don’t use anymore. He stayed and now is on payroll. Good kid, though. At least I’d thought so until Bunny got here. He is probably around her age. Now I find myself looking at him a little differently.
“You’re sweet. I won’t listen to those mean things they say about you.” Bunny gives me a glare. Yep, still fucking hard. She gives Rocky a long pet before she stands. The little asshole rubs on her legs as though he’s marking her as his. She holds her hand out for Boone. “Hi, I’m Bunny.”
“Bunny?” Boone cracks a smile. “We don’t have any bunnies.” He takes her hand. He’s smart enough to drop it fast. Or it could be the death glare I’m currently aiming at him.
“Watch it,” I order. Bunny turns her head. She has to tilt it back to look up at me. The brim of her cowboy hat blocks some of her line of sight. I dropped it on her head before we walked out the back door. You can never have enough protection against the sun here.
“Why are you so grumpy?” She puts her hand on her hip.
“Yeah.” Boone is now full-on smiling.
“I’m not grumpy.” I shrug. “Maybe possessive,” I admit, not caring. She bites her plump bottom lip, letting me know she likes what I’m saying. That’s good because I don’t see that changing anytime soon.
“I got them saddled for you.” Boone pulls his ball cap out of his back pocket, putting it on his head. “I’m sure I’ll see you around, Bunny.” He gives her a nod before heading off.
“Who’s that?” she asks, dropping her hand from her hip.
“He works here so you’ll see him around. He’s a good kid. I gave him a heads-up that I had someone over.”
“Cause you don’t usually have people over.”
“Yep.” I snag her hand, pulling her into the barn. Princess and King are waiting.
“Oh my. She’s so pretty.” Bunny takes a tentative step forward. King looks her over. He must approve because he doesn't step in front of Princess. Usually he protects her at all costs by blocking her from anyone who he doesn’t deem worthy. I suddenly understand where he’s coming from. He does that shit often too. Picking and choosing who he wants to let near her. It’s why I keep them alone in this barn. Less trouble. I feel a special bond with him now that I can relate.
“Go on.” I let her hand go, giving her ass a small pat. She takes a few steps closer, her hand reaching out to pet Princess’ nose. I strap the basket Mom packed on to King and grab him a treat. I give another to Bunny, who feeds it to Princess.