Page 69 of Claimed By the Cowboys
Clay cleared his throat. “Yes, such childish actions. They’re more immature than Maisie.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “Why aren’t you moving?”
“What do you mean?”
“That post has four sides, and you’re blocking one—Clayton! Don’t tell me you’re taking part in this?”
His eyes widened. “I-uh—no!”
“I suppose it’ll be no bother to move, then,” I said, crossing my arms and tapping my foot.
His ears started to turn red.
Embarrassment.
The ass!
“Nope, I’m good here,” he insisted.
Stepping forward, I attempted to shove him out of the way, but the alpha stood firm. I was tiny compared to him, and there was no way I would be able to move him if he refused.
I glowered at him. “You have to move eventually!”
“Not anytime soon.” He shrugged. “You really want to see who is more stubborn?”
“We know it’s me,” I growled.
We didn’t, but I wasn’t going to back down from the challenge.
“Daddy! Bass stole my carrot!” Maisie shrieked.
The sound of our daughter slightly upset was all it took. Clay turned to see what she was doing, and I saw the carved tally marks under his initials.
Glaring at him, I glanced over to Maisie to check if she was okay—she was already feeding Bass another carrot, not hurt or upset, so I turned back to Clay.
“I thought better of you,” I said, my eyes trailing from the very sheepish-looking Clay to the tallies.
“Anyway, you’re tallying the wrong thing.”
He frowned. “What do you mean?”
I cocked my head to the side, taking a moment to let the anticipation for my words build. He wasn’t the only one who could have a little fun.
“Well, one of these guys has made mefinisha lot more than the rest, if you catch my drift?”
Clay’s face fell, and I bit back a laugh. “Who?”
I shrugged. “You would know if you were keeping track of the right thing—Maisie! Has Bass had all his carrots? It’s time to go finish dinner,” I said, raising my voice.
She turned to us, beaming. “Okay! Bass is all done!”
I shot one final smile at the dumbstruck-looking Clay before scooping up our girl and walking out of the barn, my head held high.
Chapter 33
Dakota
Piper was starting to show.
