CHAPTER TWELVE
GRAYSON
The workday is relatively straightforward, and luckily, nothing insane has happened this past week.
“You almost done?” Diesel asks as I throw some alfalfa out for the cows.
“Yep.” I remove my gloves and shove them in my back pocket. “Just finished.”
“Awesome. Did ya pack yet?” He grabs the tools we were using to repair the roof on the barn and places them in the tack room.
“Hell no,” I say, trying to stay focused as I climb down the ladder. Before we leave, I check the water troughs
“Why not?” he asks.
I laugh as we walk to the truck. “I procrastinated last night and thought I’d just throw a change of clothes in my bag beforehand. It’s family. Nothing fancy.”
He shakes his head. “Dude. You’re finally goin’ out with Kenzie, and you’re not bringin’ nice clothe
