It was like a little look into the inner workings of a small-town crown prince, except I had to begrudgingly admit this one wasn’t as awful as the one I’d known in Homer.
It must have been exhausting always trying to be so infallible all the time. I couldn’t decide if I was annoyed at Brooks or sort of felt sorry for the guy. Because if I were anywhere close to perfect, I wouldn’t have wanted to grab Mal Forrester and kiss that mocking smile off his face. I accept your resignation as Second Licker.”īut as I walked away from the shed, I knew I wasn’t perfect. “For what it’s worth, Mal, I owe you an apology for earlier today. So, I’ll just wait out in the yard for Bert to come along with his truck.” I forced a smile. Turns out Mal doesn’t need help with milking after all. I would have done worse.” I shot Mal a glare. “God, I can’t believe you went through with it,” she giggled. She snorted, then I did, and soon we were both laughing out loud.
I was the poor sap who had to stick my entire gloved forearm up the business end of Moonpie just for the privilege of taking you to prom.”Īva’s eyes met mine. “No, he only made Mal milk Annabelle, to provide your family’s contribution to the Lope tomorrow. “I offered to help, but Mal got cranky.”Īva’s mouth dropped open in horror as she stared at Mal. “Your dad gave Mal the Brad Ivey Dating Test,” I explained. Tired.” Her eyes flicked back and forth between us suspiciously. “Ava, babe,” Mal said, belatedly striding over to her side. A lot.Īva walked around the side of the shed, her face flushed and sleep-creased, and Mal and I sprang apart like we’d been doing something a lot more fun than fighting about milking a cow. I felt out of control, and I didn’t like it one bit. I didn’t let anyone provoke me this much. Literally no one had ever called me infuriating.
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