Page 46 of The First Day of Breeding Season
I sigh against his lips. “It’s actually called theFive Year Brynn Plan.”
“I like it already.”
“I need to update it when we get back to the ranch. There’s no cowboy in it right now.”
“But you’re open to changing that?”
“Changing?” I laugh, and it’s part resignation, part realization, because the plan has already changed. Completely. “You’re it, now. You are my new plan. No pressure.”
“Fuck that. Bring all the pressure.” He whoops and picks me up, spinning me around.
I squeal and hold on tight, pressing my face into his neck.
His lips brush my ear. “So what is theFive Year Brynn and Her Cowboy Plan?”
My pulse races because I see it so clearly. Babies. How many babies can I give this man in five years? Does he even want babies?
But also ranching. I sure hope he wants a permanent intern who asks a lot of questions, because I’m not going anywhere.
“Happiness,” I whisper back. “That’s the plan.”
By the time we get to the clearing where we expect Thor to be, he’s nowhere to be found.
But there’s a fresh trail of trampled grass to follow, and holding Drew’s hand and climbing around on the mountain is perfection even if we don’t find the bull today, so I don’t mind that we need to keep walking.
But Drew is more safety conscious than me.
“We need to turn back in ten minutes,” he warns.
I get it. The sun is low in the sky now, golden rays casting super long shadows.
We don’t want to get caught in the dark.
“All right,” I agree.
He casts an experienced gaze over the tree line, then points to a cut in the brush. “Through there. There’s a bit of pasture that will take us back to the path, and then we won’t be far from camp.”
“Lead the way, cowboy.”
His brows rise, and he tips his head to the side.
“Lead the way, Daddy?”
That makes him smile. “I like that, too. But…I think you should lead the way.”
“But I don’t know…” My words fade, because of course he’ll be right behind me. I grin. “Okay.”
The way is obvious, and I speed up, moving through the grass quickly where the footing is sure, only slowing down when we need to climb over something.
And as I enter the pasture, I understand why Drew said I could go first.
Thor is just ahead of me, making huffing sounds as he sniffs at a young heifer.
“Oh,” I whisper. I look back at Drew. “Did you hear them?”
He nods.
“Thank you.” I bite my lower lip.
