Take Her to HeVan (Nephilim Book 6) by Lucy Kelly Read Free Book Online

the wrong moment. You need to watch them.”
    Marla couldn’t say anything else for laughing. While Karlo was twisting and reaching to get the wad of cud off his shirt, he stumbled between the two alpacas, getting nailed again. This spit bomb hit him just below his belt buckle. It was too much for Marla. She fell on her ass she was laughing so hard.
    Karlo decided the safest place was next to Marla, so he ducked to avoid additional spitting and jogged across the corral and through the gate to where she was still laughing.
    “I’m glad you’re getting so much enjoyment out of this,” he said as he pulled her to her feet.
    “I’m sorry, it’s just that…the look on your face,” she said before she went into another round of laughter.
    After a few minutes she got herself under control. She bent her hands and used her wrists to wipe her eyes.
    The spitting incident broke the ice between them and the morning chores went much faster after that. The two of them talked back and forth, Karlo asking questions and Marla more than happy to share her knowledge with someone who was really interested in her ideas.
    “If you have fifty acres, why do you have so few alpaca?” Karlo asked her.
    They had returned to the house for lunch. Karlo was sitting at the kitchen table as Marla washed her hands at the sink.
    “I’ve always had animals growing up. I belonged to FFA, that’s Future Farmers of America and 4-H, which stands for Head, Heart, Hands, and Health. Both are organizations for developing youth. I’ve raised pigs, cows, and sheep. I liked the sheep because I didn’t have to sell it for meat. For my whole life, I’ve known this land would someday come to me. Raising animals for food has never really interested me. The sheep were close, but they’re not just used for wool. After researching various textiles, I decided on alpaca. With alpaca, the best traits are inherited, which means the animals with the best genetic history are expensive. Eventually, I want to be a breeder so I’m building my herd slowly.”
    She walked over to the fridge and pulled out the lettuce and several other vegetables. Then she went back and pulled out other items.
    “Wash your hands, then you can chop up the salad ingredients while I heat up the soup and make the sandwiches,” she added.
    Karlo, who had once again become entranced by the shape of her ass as she bent over digging things out of the fridge, didn’t immediately answer her. He replayed her words in his head.
    “Oh, yeah, sure, no problem, just tell me what to do and I’ll do it,” he said, moving to the sink.
    After she’d gotten him started, she continued with her story.
    “I got my first alpaca just before my grandmother died. She was as excited as I was to start using the fiber. She taught me how to knit and weave. I added one animal each year and each year I paid to put the mature females to stud. I thought my grandfather understood what I was doing, he asked questions about the business. I thought he could accept this as a workable future. In the last two years of his life my grandfather sold off all his stock, he raised cattle. There were a lot of medical bills for both my grandmother and him. So he didn’t leave me much money. The ranch is free and clear though.
    “Because of the will, I had to stop building the herd. Until I know I’m going to be staying here, I can’t really build up my stock,” she explained while working on the soup and sandwiches.
    The kitchen seemed much smaller sharing the counter space with Karlo. Marla didn’t mind though. They were getting along really well and, for the moment, she didn’t want to do anything to jinx it. In a couple of days they were going to be signing the pre-nup and then driving to the courthouse to get married.
    She stole another glance at Karlo before turning her attention back to the stove. She could hardly believe she was actually going through with this. Was she really so desperate to keep the ranch? If