Chapter Five
Brooklyn
Three Days before the wedding
“This is bullshit,” I mumble, throwing the screwdriver thingy to the side. I stare at the chicken coop and it’s lopsided and looking nothing like the directions say it should. Kingston is right, I’m going to kill my chicks before they can ever lay an egg.
“You okay?” Wyatt comes out of the house and hands me a glass of lemonade.
He’s really thriving with this homemaker s**t. Even starting a garden in the back corner for vegetables. I’m over here failing at my first project.
“I’m fine. Just go over there to your tomato plants.”
He sits down next to me, his knees propped up with a glass of lemonade hanging from his hands between his legs.
“Want some help?” he asks.
I glance to him at my side. “No.”
“Okay.” He shifts to get up.
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