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“Did you eat?”
“I made some noodles. I’m good.” I’d been lazier than lazy and I’d just eat a better breakfast.
Bodhi echoed my thought. “I’ll let Nick know you’ll be down for breakfast.”
“Okay.”
He got up, then held his hand out for me, pulling me to my feet carefully.
“I’m not made of glass.”
“No, just skin, bones, and bruises.”
“I need a shower. I did a quick sponge bath earlier and Ville complained that I smelled like sex,” I murmured sleepily as I walked ahead of him to the bedroom.
He harrumphed. “Go get undressed. You can borrow something of mine tomorrow. We’ll go get your stuff—”
“No. You’ll take me to the truck I’ve been using and I’ll go get my stuff. There’s literally a few bags total at this point. I’ll hunt down Keegan and have a call with Marielle and whatnot. You’ll be busy with Sky. It’s fine.” I pulled my—his—T-shirt off and added, “I promise, I’ll be here tomorrow night.”
“You better.” He put his phone on his bedside table where mine was already plugged into his charger. “Shower together or separately?”
“Together, but I’m too tired to….”
“That’s okay. Let me take care of you, Bird.”
I shed the rest of my clothes and put them in his hamper, then turned on the water while my brain whirled a little around the concept of him taking care of me this way. It was so intimate, so… well, not different, but also yeah, different. We certainly hadn’t showered together before.
He did as he’d promised, just helped me get clean while touching as much of me as he could, while I did the same to him. We both got hard—it felt so weird to know I was allowed to see this now—but didn’t even touch each other’s dicks.
Once we were curled up under his covers, I sighed happily against his chest. “Thank you.”
“For what?” he asked in the darkness of the bedroom.
“For understanding me.”
He chuckled quietly. “There’s no need to thank me, Wren. You’re mine.”
And he took care of what was his.
I managed to get a few hours of Keegan’s time the next day after lunch. We headed to my property with a truck bed full of hay bales and more straw for the ponies, because they were clearly exhausted and had started to really use the shelter.
“I actually thought about you mentioning the veggie thing before,” Keegan mused when we got out of the truck near the paddock.
“Oh?”
“Yeah. But let’s take care of the ponies first.” He grabbed two straw bales and carried them over in the ever familiar no-nonsense way that all the Harringtons moved while doing these tasks.
I grabbed the next bales, and in short order, we had the straw spread in the shelter, hay added to their hay nets and on the ground, and their water topped off from the large canisters we’d brought in.
We’d contemplated turning my water back on, but didn’t want to deal with hoses freezing overnight. We’d just decided to bring in water every time we came here. Mike and Russ had put up a small portable shed for the ponies’ things next to the paddock, and we put the rest of the bales there.
By the time all that was done, Nyx had returned from her rounds.
“No new ponies?” I asked her, and she wagged her tail before turning to walk with us.
“So, veggies. You know Judson and I have the whole project for the ranch side next summer, so my mind’s been on that. Now that my vegetable greenhouse is up, we’ll be focusing on building the greenhouses for my plant business. With your needs for the actual veggies being lesser, I was thinking something a bit different.”
“Oh?” We’d wandered to the highest point of the yard where the house used to be, and I pointed out where everything had been before. “My mother used to have her veggie garden over there. But we have the plans drawn for the main building over where the barn was, and my trailer is going to be here.”
