Page 17 of Stalk of the Town

“Yes,” I answered.

“Of course he is. Glass has gone to get him,” Ricky replied at the same time.

“Ohhhhhh damnnnnn,” Burke cried, “it hurtssssss.”

Ricky’s distress was there in his eyes, despite that, I couldn’t feel it through the link we had.

“You got this, my ballsy bull. Just think, soon you’ll have our calves in your arms.”

“I hate you,” Burke said with a passion that made Ricky wince.

“No you don’t.” He kissed Burke softly on the lips, pushing back the curls. “I love you.”

“Not fair,” he panted.

I bit my lip to hold back my laughter when Ricky didn’t appear repentant. Then the laughter died at the dollop of goo that hit my leg after I bounced off the soil.

Ewww. This really is gross.

You wait for your turn.Burke didn’t glare at me, but I felt it in his words.

I’m not doing this… ever!

Yeah, right.

“Glass just pulled up,” Maximus shouted from the kitchen door.

The coward was hiding in the kitchen!

I’m having a crisis of my own. The parcel is splitting!

Yikes.Sorry.

The sound of boots hitting wood at a fast pace brought my gaze to the potato running around the side of the house.

“When you’re done with Burke, my parcel needs you,” Maximus said as Doc Picker ran toward us, medical bag in hand.

He didn’t stop. “You lot like drama,” he exclaimed breathlessly, coming to a stop next to Burke.

I stifled the giggle because it was all hysteria. “We do.”

“Right, let's see what’s happening here.”

Burke twisted his head toward Doc Picker. “Babies… that’s what we… got here!”

Doc Picker chuckled. “It doesn’t seem like you’ve lost your sense of humor.” He got down in the dirt. “Let’s see where we are up to.”

I took that as my cue to move away, Burke had other ideas and grabbed my hand, squeezing. The noises he made had the protest dying on my lips. I kept my gaze from his lower body. “Where’s a singing stalk when you need one?”

“No, we do not need that,” Ricky said around a groan when Tim started singing in the house.

“I kinda like it,” Doc Picker mumbled from his crouched position. And in my opinion, way too close to what was happening.

“Speak for yourself,” Burke grumbled in the couple of seconds he seemed to get every now and again before he was back to writhing in the dirt.

The wet patch getting bigger on the soil made me consider it would need getting rid of when they’d finished, because…

“Do you feel the need to push?”

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