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manly duty done. So hereâs one offering to be truly usefulâ¦â
âWow,â Kerrie said.
âYep, get and go before I change my mind,â William said. âOr before I turn my hose on your boss. Happy Christmas, Kerrie.â He moved his hose so the water arced in a wide semi-circle. How long since heâd done something this hands-on? There was a pile of dried dung beside the fence. He aimed his hose and the dung flew eighteen inches in the air before heading for the drain. Deeply satisfying.
âOh, wow,â Kerrie breathed again, and she abandoned the kids and hugged Meg. Then she eyed Williamâwith cautionâanyone would regard him with caution right nowâbut finally emotion got the better of sense and she darted over the yard and hugged him as well. Then she flew back to her kids and bustled them into the car and away before anyone had a chance to change their mind.
âHey, that felt good,â Meg said, heading back into the vat room and replacing the dipstick sort of thing she was holding into the slot at the side of the vat. âDid it feel good to you?â
He sent another cowpat into the air. âAbsolutely.â
âIf you knew how much that means to Kerrieâ¦â Then she hesitated. âUm⦠Sir⦠What are you doing with that hose?â
Sir? Sheâd called him sir. Of course, that was what he was. Wasnât it? But she was looking bemused so he turned his attention back to the hose. It had made a left turn and was now aimed straight into the drain behind the cowâs drinking trough, forcing the contents of the drain up and in.
Uh-oh.
âI guess the drinking trough now needs to be cleaned,â Meg said. âWeâll need to empty it, scrub it, rinse it three times and then fill it up again. We donât want contamination, do we?â
âUmâ¦no,â he said and thought maybe there were a few skills he needed to concentrate on.
The milk tanker arrived just as he finished. The driver climbed from the cab and greeted Meg with delight.
âHey, Meggie.â
âMeggie?â William said softly.
âJust try itâ¦Willie,â she said with a glower that made him grin, and went to meet the driver. William listened in while they caught up. Their talk was all about milk yields and fat content and bacterial levels. Meg sounded as he was accustomed to hearing her, smoothly competent, in charge of her world. But it was such a different world.
They gossiped on while he cleaned the trough and cleaned the yard surely cleaner than it had ever been cleaned before. Then the driver started emptying the vats and Meg strode over and turned his hose off. He felt bereft.
âI was just getting good,â he said sadly.
âYou can do it again tonight,â she said and he started winding the hose around the reel by hand. She leaned over and grabbed the wheel and started turning. She was showing him up here.
But there was something else happening. The angelâ¦
Her little Christmas angel was still hanging around her neck, and it was sliding down her breasts. He noticed.
She was wearing grungy old overalls, sort of mud-brown. She was wearingâ¦what had she called them? Gumboots. Her hair was pulled back with an elastic band and she had mud smeared down the side of her face.
The top three buttons of her overalls were undone. Her angel was nestling on the soft swell of her breasts.
Lucky angel.
Why had it taken him until now to realise how beautiful she was?
âEarth to William,â she said and he blinked and grabbed the wheel and started turning it himself, so fast the hose slipped off and he had to stop and start again.
Maybe this wasnât a good idea. Maybe he had to get away.
A thoughtâ¦
âYou need perfume?â he asked.
âNo,â she said, bemused.
He didnât think so. Perfume would hardly fit with what she was doing right now. Butâ¦
âBut Scott wants
âWow,â Kerrie said.
âYep, get and go before I change my mind,â William said. âOr before I turn my hose on your boss. Happy Christmas, Kerrie.â He moved his hose so the water arced in a wide semi-circle. How long since heâd done something this hands-on? There was a pile of dried dung beside the fence. He aimed his hose and the dung flew eighteen inches in the air before heading for the drain. Deeply satisfying.
âOh, wow,â Kerrie breathed again, and she abandoned the kids and hugged Meg. Then she eyed Williamâwith cautionâanyone would regard him with caution right nowâbut finally emotion got the better of sense and she darted over the yard and hugged him as well. Then she flew back to her kids and bustled them into the car and away before anyone had a chance to change their mind.
âHey, that felt good,â Meg said, heading back into the vat room and replacing the dipstick sort of thing she was holding into the slot at the side of the vat. âDid it feel good to you?â
He sent another cowpat into the air. âAbsolutely.â
âIf you knew how much that means to Kerrieâ¦â Then she hesitated. âUm⦠Sir⦠What are you doing with that hose?â
Sir? Sheâd called him sir. Of course, that was what he was. Wasnât it? But she was looking bemused so he turned his attention back to the hose. It had made a left turn and was now aimed straight into the drain behind the cowâs drinking trough, forcing the contents of the drain up and in.
Uh-oh.
âI guess the drinking trough now needs to be cleaned,â Meg said. âWeâll need to empty it, scrub it, rinse it three times and then fill it up again. We donât want contamination, do we?â
âUmâ¦no,â he said and thought maybe there were a few skills he needed to concentrate on.
The milk tanker arrived just as he finished. The driver climbed from the cab and greeted Meg with delight.
âHey, Meggie.â
âMeggie?â William said softly.
âJust try itâ¦Willie,â she said with a glower that made him grin, and went to meet the driver. William listened in while they caught up. Their talk was all about milk yields and fat content and bacterial levels. Meg sounded as he was accustomed to hearing her, smoothly competent, in charge of her world. But it was such a different world.
They gossiped on while he cleaned the trough and cleaned the yard surely cleaner than it had ever been cleaned before. Then the driver started emptying the vats and Meg strode over and turned his hose off. He felt bereft.
âI was just getting good,â he said sadly.
âYou can do it again tonight,â she said and he started winding the hose around the reel by hand. She leaned over and grabbed the wheel and started turning. She was showing him up here.
But there was something else happening. The angelâ¦
Her little Christmas angel was still hanging around her neck, and it was sliding down her breasts. He noticed.
She was wearing grungy old overalls, sort of mud-brown. She was wearingâ¦what had she called them? Gumboots. Her hair was pulled back with an elastic band and she had mud smeared down the side of her face.
The top three buttons of her overalls were undone. Her angel was nestling on the soft swell of her breasts.
Lucky angel.
Why had it taken him until now to realise how beautiful she was?
âEarth to William,â she said and he blinked and grabbed the wheel and started turning it himself, so fast the hose slipped off and he had to stop and start again.
Maybe this wasnât a good idea. Maybe he had to get away.
A thoughtâ¦
âYou need perfume?â he asked.
âNo,â she said, bemused.
He didnât think so. Perfume would hardly fit with what she was doing right now. Butâ¦
âBut Scott wants
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