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“Care to dance?”
I turn to see one of the women from across the way, a blonde with fake tits, standing to my right. She’s a brave one.
I shake my head. “I’m good.”
Her face falls, and I feel like an ass for being such a jerk. “Fine!”
I take hold of her hand and drag her on to the dance floor. Pulling her into my arms, she bumps her forehead against my chin, and my head whips back. Fuck! I grit my teeth and smile at her. I shouldn’t have done that because now she wants to talk.
“What’s your name?” she asks.
I look down at her. I must have a scowl on my face because she says, “Never mind.”
Which is fine by me. We dance in silence, and the song is coming to an end when I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn to see Ian, the stable hand, standing there, white as a ghost. I drop my arms from around the blonde and turn my full attention to the kid.
“What is it?”
“Tomas, he was out at the barn, and before I knew it, got into the pasture and climbed onto a cow’s back.”
My brows snap together as I glare at the kid. “I thought you were taking him to the house. How the hell did he get out to the barn?”
“I did. But after he changed into his robe, he insisted on going out there. For an old man, he’s damn quick. Anyway, the cow took off and he fell, hit his head, blood was everywhere, and for a minute, I thought he was dead.”
“Jesus Christ. Call an ambulance.” My eyes search out Declan. He is dancing with Wren, as if there isn’t another soul in the room, and I make my way over to them as Ian trails behind.
“I already did, they are on their way. I covered him with a blanket, and Charlie is with him right now,” he said.
“Good.”
I tap Declan on the shoulder, and he mutters, “Not now.”
I lean close and say, “Your dad is laying in the pasture, he fell off a cow.”
Declan lifted his head and looked at me.
“What the fuck did you just say?”
“The ambulance is on its way.”
∞∞∞
It’s the day after the wedding, and we are standing in the office looking at the security camera footage of Tomas sneaking out into the pasture in his bathrobe. The doctors are claiming that the farm is not a suitable home for Tomas and want to put him into a nursing home.
“You know, this is only going to prove that Tomas was unsupervised,” I say, squinting at the screen.
“Maybe. Just watch. See if either of you can find Ian just out of frame,” Declan murmurs, eyes on the screen.
We watch to see Tomas walking over to a watering trough that a cow is grazing by. He looks around, and when he sees that the coast is clear, he grabs onto the heifer’s ears and pulls himself onto her back.
“What a sneaky little bugger,” Wren mumbles.
For a full ten seconds, he can be seen kicking his heels into her sides. She takes a few steps, but then bolts, and Tomas bounces then flips over her butt, his ass crack and family jewels captured in the still frame as Declan hits the keyboard and turnsaround to look at us.
I hit the enter key and rewind it, letting it play again and burst out laughing. “He got some pretty good air there.”
I clamp my mouth shut when Declan gives me a murderous look. “Yeah, and no Ian. We need to find those papers.”
“I don’t understand why you need to prove that you are power of attorney Declan,” Wren said as she moved and began shuffling through a stack of papers on the desk. “He’s your dad.”
