Chapter Eight
Sutton
I wake up to the sound of Bowie, my rooster. He reminds me I need to check on the goddamn hens. Thankfully I have Whitney who lives in the guesthouse or all the animals would have starved by now. Including me. Even so I’ve been shirking my duties. Exactly like Dad used to do. Hell.
A faint movement from beside me. Ashleigh becomes still.
“Good morning,” I say, forcing a casual voice.
She gives me a cautious glance. “Hi.”
Does she think I’m going to kick her out as soon as she opens her eyes? I convinced her to come to my bed only after swearing I wouldn’t touch her. And I managed to do that, despite the blue state of my balls. “Sleep well?”
She moves each arm and then each leg, checking that they’re all there, as if I might have ravenously eaten a limb overnight
