Love at the 20-Yard Line by Shanna Hatfield

Author:Shanna Hatfield [Hatfield, Shanna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-01-25T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

“He won’t bite, you know.” Haven hid her smile as Brody let a calf suck on his fingers. He stared at it with a mixture of revulsion and apprehension.

“Is it supposed to feel like wet, gritty sandpaper?” he asked, pulling his hand away. The calf immediately latched onto the leg of his jeans and started sucking the denim. Brody looked helplessly at Haven, unsure what to do.

“Let’s go back to the house. I think you’ve had enough barnyard fun for one day.” Haven grinned as Brody nudged the bottle-fed calf away then wiped his fingers on his jeans.

Haven climbed over the fence and laughed as Brody glanced over his shoulder, expecting the calf to come after him.

“Be glad you’re not a cow,” she said. At Brody’s narrowed glare, she giggled and jumped off the fence, walking toward the house.

They strolled in the kitchen together, wearing broad smiles. Rachel looked up from the potatoes she mashed. “Have fun out there?”

“Yep. Brody did great riding, but I don’t think he liked the calves very much.” Haven washed her hands at the sink then flicked water at Brody as he soaped his hands.

If they hadn’t been in her mother’s kitchen with the woman watching his every move, Brody would have soaked Haven with the sink’s spray nozzle. Visions of what she’d look like in a wet T-shirt made him shake his head to clear his thoughts.

“That’s okay, Brody. The bottle babies can be a little demanding and a lot slobbery.” Rachel handed Haven the potato masher while she took a roast out of the oven.

“That smells great, Rachel. Thank you for inviting me for dinner.” Brody glanced around to see if he could do something to help. He noticed a pan of gravy bubbling on the stove and walked over to give it a stir. He wasn’t a great cook, but he used to help his mom in the kitchen when she was home to make him a hot meal between her jobs.

“Thank you, Brody,” Rachel said, watching him stir the gravy. “Would you mind lending me your muscle for a minute?”

“What can I do?” He stepped over to the counter where Rachel handed him two large forks and pointed to a cutting board.

“Can you lift the meat out of the roaster and set it on the cutting board? We’ll let it rest a few minutes before we slice it.”

Brody wasn’t sure what she meant by letting the meat rest, but managed to get the roast where she wanted without dropping it. He knew she or Haven could have lifted it, but appreciated her giving him something to do to feel useful.

Rachel made a tent out of foil and set it over the roast, then turned to take the gravy off the stove.

“If you wouldn’t mind carrying the bowls to the table, it would be a big help,” Rachel said, smiling at Brody as he picked up a bowl of green salad and another of green beans then went into the dining room.

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