Fearless Love by Meg Benjamin

Author:Meg Benjamin [Benjamin, Meg]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Contemporary
ISBN: 9781619212404
Google: qwe7HLLrOEgC
Amazon: B009NK7ELQ
Publisher: Samhain Publishing
Published: 2012-10-08T21:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

Fortunately for MG’s sanity, Joe came by shortly after her great-aunt left. They spent the rest of the day wrangling chickens, eating some really great food he’d lifted from the brunch and making love. A lot of making love, as it turned out.

After a while, she even felt comfortable enough to break out the Martin. She sat cross-legged on the back porch, strumming chords and feeling suddenly shy about doing anything else.

“Sing for me,” Joe said, running a finger down the side of her throat.

“What do you want to hear?”

He shrugged. “You’re a songwriter. Play me something of yours.”

She smiled, unreasonably pleased that he’d asked, then blew out a breath, thinking. “Travelin’ On” was one of her best songs, but it didn’t feel right for a lazy Sunday afternoon. After a moment, she segued into “The Right Guy.” It was still rough—she hadn’t gone back to clean up the lyrics yet. But the music was solid. And, of course, it had a certain amount of personal significance.

When she’d finished, he smiled again. “Thank you,” he said. “I liked that.”

She felt self-conscious all of a sudden. “Wonder if the chickens ate the vegetable peels?”

Joe’s grin turned dry. “You want to go see?”

“Not particularly.” She leaned back in her seat. “I think I want to make the chicken yard bigger, maybe give them some grass to scratch.”

“Just means adding more fence. No big deal. Buy some wire and I can help you do it next weekend.”

Next weekend. She blinked, realizing suddenly that she hadn’t been thinking further than today. They were going to have a next weekend. Somehow she managed not to lapse into an idiot grin, but it was close. “Okay, thanks.”

“No problem.” He gave her one of those slow grins, and she slid the Martin back in its case.

“What do you say we put the chickens back in the yard and then go back inside?”

He looked up at her through those ridiculously long eyelashes. “Does that involve fooling around?”

“What do you think?”

He pushed himself to his feet. “I think those chickens are going back inside the yard in record time.”

Monday was errands—laundry, groceries, gas. She priced wire and fence posts at the hardware store, feeling another little jolt of delight at the thought that Joe was going to help her fix her chicken yard.

On Tuesday morning she showed up in the kitchen at her usual six o’clock, carrying an extra large basket of eggs since it included Sunday’s and Monday’s production, along with whatever the hens had already done for Tuesday. Joe gave her a slightly absent smile and disappeared, eggs in hand. Darcy tossed her a bag of onions and some fresh chilies for chopping.

MG sighed. So much for Cinderella at the ball. Back to the cinders again.

It was a normal day. That much she was sure of when she went over it later. Nothing was out of the ordinary. She chopped, she diced, she put away supplies, she fetched and carried ingredients for Leo and Jorge and Darcy.

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