little something hidden in your back pocket.”
Not little. My dick was swelling and I pulled away slightly so it wasn’t pressed on his ass. His hands were still on me and it wasn’t until the largish female goat who was so curious, nibbled my butt that I shrieked. “Gertie, no.” Had she munched on and ripped my jeans? Those teeth were chomping on something. Or were they? Shit!
I gingerly slid a hand over my ass. Didn’t appear to be anything missing or was there? If neither of us acknowledged it, I could pretend it’d never happened. No need to discuss my butt.
“Perhaps I’d better take Dad’s advice and go back to the car. Mac knows all the workings under the hood, so he might be able to get it started.”
We strolled toward the house, both of us with our hands in our pockets. I was thankful we’d left the goats and that horrible stink behind. God, I hoped the cheese didn’t smell like that. But now Ian’s scent drifted over me. Clean and cool, reminding me of freshly picked herbs covered in dew. The aroma filled my lungs and got rid of that awful goat smell.
My brother met us at the door. “Do you have any idea where your car is?” he asked.
“Ummm near Ian’s place.”
“Well as I drove over the road for the first time last night and I’ve been to Ian’s once, I’m not sure it’ll be easy to find.”
Ian sidled past us and headed for the kitchen and Mac and I wandered after him, and we both washed our hands. My brother was talking at me but my eyes were locked on Ian. He worked with the goats and obviously cared about them and I’d been a big baby imagining they were going to gobble me up. He probably thinks I’m an idiot!
“What can I do?” Ian asked. “I’m ready to get my hands dirty.” I shivered as he delivered those words. Thinking of Ian’s hands on me in the barn had me hot and bothered. If it weren’t for the silly goats and their pungent odor, the clean straw and warm corner of the barn would have been the perfect place to get more handsy with Ian. No! What was I thinking? He’d given no indication he fancied me.
“There’s a simple solution,” Sarah suggested.
“What?” I’d lost my train of thought as I was concentrating on the alpha, bending over as he peered into the fridge. Had she noticed my eyes as I checked out Ian’s body?
“Ian should go with you.”
“Huh? Go where?” I was lost, standing in my parents’ kitchen, mesmerized by a guy I’d met last night.
“David?” Mac snapped his fingers at me. “What’s going on? Did you bump your head?”
I staggered backward, eyes drifting left and right. “No. Why?”
Mom peered at me and moved a finger one way and then the other. “Doesn’t appear to have concussion.”
Sarah sniggered and I glared at her.
“You’re drooling,” Mac observed as he stuck his face in front of mine.
“Am not.” I elbowed him out of the way.
“Are too.”
“It’s the food,” I huffed as I rubbed a hand over my face and wondered if Ian had suffered a bad break up or he hadn’t been in love in a while, and that was the reason my family were pushing us together. Or perhaps they wanted me to find love.
“Let’s get going. You, me and Ian are heading to the car.” Mac was the only one who seemed oblivious to what was going on and was looking forward to getting his hands on the rental.
We walked through the snow, Mac in the middle, me on one side, Ian on the other as Ian chatted with my brother. We found the car easily and after shoving his head under the hood and fiddling with whatever he found under there, Mac decided he couldn’t fix it. I grabbed my case, we pushed the car off the road and walked back to the farm house.
Mom insisted everything was in hand and she had a pot of soup simmering on the stove for lunch. We sat around the huge wooden farmhouse table, slurping our soup while Mac and Sarah kicked one another. It was their thing. I kept my eyes down, avoiding looking at Ian. I didn’t want to give my family any excuse to tease me.
Gran and Uncle Saul called saying the road was open and they’d arrive soon, though the rental company messaged they wouldn’t make it til the following day.
“Are we