Page 20 of Operation Wolf: Hunter
CHAPTER 10
Kia
I PEEKED THROUGH THEliving room curtains as I watched Hunter get into his truck and drive off. I waited until the truck reached the end of the road and disappeared through the gate before I rushed out the door and over to the shed near the chicken coop in the backyard I had noticed a few days ago but had yet to investigate.
To hell with what Hunter had said about taking a rest day. I was feeling a lot better and perfectly healthy—aside from a case of sleep-deprivation, and that was nothing new to me. As a fashion photographer with tight deadlines, I’d spent many a late night slaving away in my darkroom, developing film either for my clients or for my own personal projects. Just because I wasn’t a rancher didn’t mean I wasn’t a hard worker. I was an independent woman, for God’s sake, and I didn’t need a man to tell me what to do.
It took me a few tries to get the shed door open and a trip back to the house to grab a broom and beat away some of the cobwebs that had formed in the doorway. But finally, I made it inside, and to my delight, I found the cans of paint and stain I was looking for. I had to make three trips to grab everything I needed, but eventually, I was standing in the living room with buckets, rollers, brushes, and cans littered all around the front door.
I spent a few minutes sorting out all the colors, deciding what I wanted where, and then I rolled up my sleeves, preparing to move the furniture out of the living room. While I knew I would be a fool to attempt to do anything out in the fields or stables without Hunter, I was no stranger to interior design, and I was determined to prove to Hunter that I could get something done without a man around.
Taking a deep breath, I grabbed the dolly I’d found in the shed, dusted it off, and got to work.
