Chapter Thirteen
Holly
I hope your day is better than mine. I’m stuck in some clinic in the middle of nowhere without any patients.
Iflip my phone around and open up the camera, angling it just right so Grayson gets a view of my face and the empty waiting room.
Grayson: I’ll come be your patient. I’m not above chopping my arm off if it means I get to see you again.
Grayson: Especially when you look that pretty.
The butterflies in my stomach take flight, and I pull my bottom lip between my teeth to temper the smile.
A compliment like that coming from a man who spends his days with Dasher and Dancer? I feel like you might be biased.
A laugh rattles out of me when I click the picture.
Grayson’s squatting low to the ground, wearing a backward ball cap with a tuft of brown hair sticking out the front.
His blue eyes match his blue T-shirt, and he looks like he’s sweating.
A sweaty Grayson is a sight to behold. But then I see the goat that’s resting its chin on his shoulder.
As if it saw him pull out the camera and say “cheese!” The rest of the goats are gathered around him, curiosity getting the best of them as they watch his every move.
Looks like you have quite the entourage.
Grayson: They’re alright. Helped me fix a flat tractor tire this morning. Not as fun to be around as you are though.
I’ll bet they don’t throw chicken feed at your feet.
Grayson: Small price to pay when it means I get to spend the day with you.