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That makes me chuckle and instantly dries up the tears threatening to spill over. I always loved Mila and her ability to bring humor to any situation.

“Hey, Grams,” Chase says before he kisses her cheek. Then he turns to me and presses a quick kiss to my lips like it’s the most normal thing to do.

I stiffen and jerk back, surprised by the display of affection in front of his grandmother. He laughs with a wink, and then he slaps my ass.

“Chase!” I gasp, but he ignores me, turning his gaze to Mila.

“What brings you out this early?”

“Been baking. Need more eggs,” she says matter-of-factly.

“Fridge inside is empty.” Chase points behind him. “Took everything into town yesterday. Haven’t collected this morning’s eggs yet. How soon do you need ’em?”

“Can’t make breakfast without ’em. I’ll go collect them since you’ve got company.”

“You sure? I can get ’em after I let Hugo and Tilly out.”

She waves him off. “I’m sure. You just make sure you bring Lina over for breakfast. Don’t you be keepin’ her all to yourself.”

He snorts. “She’s my girlfriend. I can keep her to myself if I want.”

Mila narrows her eyes at him. “I dare you to try.”

“Now, Grams. Don’t go gettin’ your panties in a bunch.” He leans down and kisses her on the cheek again. “You know I will.”

Mila’s frown melts away and turns into a soft smile. “You’re a good boy, Chase.” Then she turns to me and her smile grows. “I’m happy you’re here. See you at breakfast.”

I wave as she heads toward the chicken coop like a woman on a mission. Mila Mutter is locally famous for her cooking, and I’ve always wondered what it’d be like eating a meal at her house. With her rowdy grandsons, I bet it’s nothing but jokes and laughter. I guess this morning I’ll find out.

I turn to Chase to find he’s still watching his grandmother walk away. I nudge his shoulder and ask. “Who’re Hugo and Tilly?”

He gives me a wide grin and winks before lacing his fingers with mine and leading me inside the stables. “My other two goats. Come on, I’ll introduce you. Tilly will love you.”

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After putting all the animals out in the field, it takes Chase another thirty minutes to give the stalls a quick clean and lay down new hay. No matter how many times I tried to get him to let me help, he refused. Instead, I make mental notes of everything he does so I can help him do this at some point.

When he finishes, he turns to where I’m leaning against the stable walls with a heated look in his eyes. Then he stalks toward me with so much purpose in each step he takes that it has me standing up straight.

His hands come to my face and cup my cheeks. Then his lips crash into mine. It all happens so fast that I stumble from the surprise. But the strength of his body supports mine.

My back hits the wall as he pins me to it, taking the kiss deeper. His tongue dives into my mouth, exploring like this is the first time he’s kissed me. His kisses often feel like that—the first time.

Our lips and hands turn frenzied and the next thing I know, he’s pulling my shirt over my head and I’m undoing his jeans. Just as my hand slips inside and grabs his swollen cock, he tugs my bra down and sucks one of my nipples into his waiting mouth.

“This is why I wanted you to stay in bed.” He mumbles after releasing my breast and switches to the other, giving it the same hungry treatment.

“Why is that?” I ask through pants and gasps for air.

“I knew I wouldn’t be able to resist fucking you here. Having your eyes on me while I work is too damn tempting.”

He thrusts into my hand, dragging a deep moan from my chest. Then he steals another deep, hard kiss before he pulls away.

His eyes rake down my body, and he frowns when he reaches my jeans.

“Take those off.” He demands as he reaches for his back pocket. He pulls out a condom and then frees his erection.

I watch with excitement as he quickly sheaths his hard, thick length. “Do you always carry condoms when you do your morning chores?”

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