Page 27 of Sugarloaf Ridge Lies

Jerry flinches as white and grey liquid oozes from his hair, down onto his shoulder.

I jerk back. “Oh no.”

He stills. “Did I get shat on?”

I bite on my lower lip and try to hold back the laughter brewing inside. “Isn’t it supposed to be lucky?”

Jerry chuckles and eyes the liquid on his shoulder. “Gross.” The poop runs farther down his forehead, dotting the firm bumps of his abdomen.

Laughter builds deep in my belly, rolling up my throat until it explodes. “Y-you got a little...” I snort, step back, and grip my knees to catch my breath.

I try to stop the giggles but fail. Eyes brimming with tears, my cheeks hurt, my belly aches. The ear-to-ear smile that ensues on Jerry’s face is breathtaking.This man is beautiful.

“If you’re not careful you’ll get some on ya.” Jerry steps toward me, arms out to the side.

I shuffle back as his wild eyes drill me, his grin still wide.

“No, no, no.” I run around the other side of the car and press my back to the driver’s door.

Jerry makes chase, slowing as he draws near. “I need a shower,” he says. “A cold one.”

Same here.

“Come on, poopy head. Let’s go before that sets in your hair.”

He waggles his finger at me and laughs. “Poopy head?”

I walk to the other side of the car and poke out my tongue at him. “Yep.”

He shrugs. “Been called worse.”

Jerry drops me home, grumbling about how he has ploughing to do.

The word plough has me wanting with need.

I thank him for a date that will not soon be forgotten.

I hope he hurries up with the ploughing, so he can spend more time with me.

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