Page 11 of Daddy's Little Farmer

Judith’s eyes narrowed. “So, you met over the Internet?”

Rafael shook his head. “No, through a mutual friend.”

Judith stood and walked over to them with her hand out and a smile on her face. He looked at her hand and shook it quickly. He loved to see the resentment in the bitch’s eyes.

“So, why are you here?” he asked.

“This is between my sister and me,” Judith said, crossing her arms over her chest.

He looked down at Mara. “You don’t care if I’m here, do you, honey?”

Mara shook her head. “Not at all. I think you should know what’s going on.”

He watched Judith’s jaw tense when she gritted her teeth.

“Fine. Maybe you can talk some sense into her. We need to sell our house. Acreages are going for twenty percent over what it’s worth right now.”

One of Rafael’s eyebrows rose. “Your house?”

“Well, yes.”

“Does it have your name on it?”

“No, but we’re sisters, and sisters should share with each other,” Judith said.

He looked down to see Mara frowning at her sister. “Is that what you want, baby?”

Mara glanced up at him and shook her head.

“No.”

Rafael grinned. “Well, there you have it. You’ll not get a dime of this place. I’ll make sure of it.”

Judith scowled and then brightened. “How about we go for a drink and talk about it?”

“The three of us?” he asked, knowing what she’d say.

“No. She doesn’t drink. She’s actually quite boring,” Judith said.

Rafael almost snorted. “No, thank you. I’d rather stay with my girl.”

Judith looked confused. “I’ll buy it, so you don’t have to worry about money.”

It was like she couldn’t understand why someone would want her sister and not her.

Judith smirked. “I’ll go talk to the sheriff then because she can’t throw me out of my home.”

“If you do that, I’ll go to his wife and tell her you’re fucking him,” Mara said in disgust.

Judith paled. “We’ll talk more about this later.”

There was a scratch at the door, and Mara turned toward it.

“Don’t open that fucking door,” Judith cried out and ran to the front door.

He turned to see the biggest … dog—or he thought it was a dog—walk in and let Mara hug him. The dog’s eyes stayed trained on him.

“Rafael, I’d like you to meet Tiny.”

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