The Babysitter (Professionals Book 5) by Jessica Gadziala

Author:Jessica Gadziala [Gadziala, Jessica]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-04-27T16:00:00+00:00

SEVEN

Ranger

It wasn't until after noon that the dogs started going apeshit, always a sign of something - or someone - they weren't expecting.

I ducked out of the pen where I'd been brushing one of the donkeys, leaning back against the fence, waiting.

It was another ten minutes before a figure could be seen in the distance, a giant cart trailing behind, loaded down with too much weight for Finn's admittedly much thinner frame.

Feeling a little guilty, I shushed the dogs, rushing out to take it from him, finding him almost wet through with sweat, his eyes full of the strain I knew he was feeling from the long trek that had shot dirt up his pant legs, got onto his hands and arms so that he had unintentionally swiped it across his brow.

"Shoulda come to meet you," I told him as way of an apology.

"That would have made it easier," he agreed. "Think that's about a thousand pounds."

"It's the feed. Didn't want to head to town and leave her alone just yet," I added as we broke into the clearing.

"Where is she?" she asked, glancing around.

"Took the goat and Cap to the greenhouse to get some greens for dinner. Should be back soon. Probably happy to have some pants."

"She has no pants?" he asked, eyes dancing a little.

As a whole, Finn was often prone to seriousness verging on sullenness, trapped in his own personal hell he called a brain. He didn't find amusement easily.

But, apparently, he found it at my expense. And, well, I couldn't even blame him for it. Because me, a self-proclaimed loner, who bitched about every client who had to come and stay with me - no matter for how long or short - had now opened up my home to a woman. Indefinitely.

I had to expect some ribbing.

"No shirts either, but she's been wearing mine."

"How's she doing?"

"She's alright. Still getting the dreams, but well..."

"The dreams never stop," Finn filled in for me, having them himself, knowing that there seemed to be no end in sight.

"Exactly. Go on in," I invited, nodding my head toward the house. "I will handle all this."

He didn't even pretend to object, just tore through the house with his backpack, making a beeline for the shower I knew he would be washing thoroughly first.

He was in a bad spell.

You could always tell when his nail beds got bloodied from too much scrubbing that he was going through some shit.

Maybe I should have asked before requesting it be him to come.

But it was too late for regrets now.

Surprisingly, I had just finished stocking most of the outdoor shit and the food away when he reemerged, hair wet. There was no way he had tackled the bathroom, let alone the rest of the cabin that quickly.

It wasn't until his head jerked up when he heard Captain bounding forward that I realized what had kept him from his usual rituals.

Curiosity.

About her.

Who the fuck knew what kind of crap Miller was feeding the team about her, about

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