“I’ll leave you to the horses tomorrow while I head down and sort out that busted fence in the western paddock.” As I rinse the dishes and stack the dishwasher, I’m aware she’s moving around behind me but I focus my eyes firmly on the sink and the current task keeping my hands busy. “I can handle that.” She sounds tired, and suddenly, I’m a little worried I’ve been pushing her too hard. Kayce tells me all the time I’m a miserable old bastard, which is about right. “You sure?” I turn around and rest my back against the sink. My eyes fall on her, and oh, fuck I really wish I had stayed exactly
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