I shrugged. “I have an emergency edit to do from a new client. Sorry for your bad luck.”
He laughed at me then.
“The pigs would be pissed at me anyway,” he agreed. “They are used to getting fed at around seven in the morning. If I hadn’t shown up soon, they would’ve let their displeasure be known.”
I had noticed that they were getting rather rambunctious after they saw the kitchen light go on.
“That’s funny,” I told him. “I can feed them if you want.”
He tilted his head. “I can…”
“Your head still hurts.” I eyed him knowingly.
He blinked. “Well, yeah. I nearly had it ran over.”
I tilted my head sideways. “How do you know that?”
He opened his mouth to reply, then closed it as a look of concentration lit his face.
“I don’t know,” he admitted. “I just… know. It was almost run over. I don’t know why I know, though.”
“Hmm,” I said as I stood up and walked to the kitchen cabinet. “Do you want coffee?”
He grunted out a ‘yes’ and went to take a seat where I’d just vacated.
The chair that felt like it was big when I was sitting in it looked dwarfed when he took it.
I turned my back on him and started in on the coffee making.
Once his drink was ready, I walked it over to him, placed it onto the table, and then leaned in until my upper body was resting against his between his splayed thighs.
His hands went to my upper thighs, where he realized that I was once again not wearing underwear.
Last night, I’d known what I was doing by walking to the bathroom.
I’d also known he could see everything thanks to the light I’d left on for him in the bathroom.
I did make sure to turn it out on the way back out of the bathroom, though, blanketing us in darkness so that he could make the first move if he wanted to. Or pretend like he hadn’t seen a thing.
Thankfully—for me and him—he hadn’t pretended anything.
Just as I was about to straddle his thighs, right then and there, the awful squealing started again.
Bruno chuckled at the exaggerated sigh that fell from my lips.
“I can go…” He started to push me away.
I snorted and got off of him.
“No way, Jose.” I turned my back on him as I headed to the back door where I’d put my rain boots earlier when I’d washed them free of all mud and other things that’d been caked on them. “I’d much rather use you for other nefarious activities than that.”
His chuckle followed me out the door.
When I arrived in the barn, something immediately didn’t seem right.
The gurgling squeals hadn’t died down any, but all of the cats that’d been there last time I’d gone into the barn were gone, and even the cow didn’t greet me at the fence.
Frowning, I filled up the wheelbarrow just the way that I’d seen Bruno do it just yesterday. It took me twice as long as him to fill it up, and three times as long to push it through the muck toward their pen.