“I’m sorry! Okay? I was showing Amanda around the stables last night, and one thing led to another, and I must’ve forgotten to lock the main gate. Throw a dog a bone every once in a while.”
A dog is right.
Shaking my head, I flip through my to-do list for the day. “You’re tellin’ Dad.”
“Can’t we just keep it to ourselves this time?”
I look up at him, brows raised. “You really believe Dad doesn’t already know? The last time, Old Betsy was over at the Lakefields’ property eatin’ Mrs. Lakefield’s flower garden. Thank God they were equestrian safe, or that would’ve been your ass. All I’m saying is the longer they’re out, the more trouble you’re gonna be in.”
Jackson rolls his eyes. “You need to get laid.”
The older woman chuckles but doesn’t look over at us or—thankfully—volunteer hersel
