Chapter 4
True to Ronan’s prediction, Lorcan rose with the sun. Felix was more than happy to get up and stack his blanket and pillow off to the side of the couch. Sleep had been elusive, his mind racing with self-doubt. It would be good to have a nice long day of physical exertion to which he could devote his whole attention.
Breakfast proved to be just as satisfying as lunch had been although conversation was nonexistent with Ronan having remained in bed. Felix made quick work of the food placed before him and declined seconds. “I’m going to get right to milking. Gonna try to do it all myself.”
“‘Ef you say so,” Lorcan said, taking his time eating.
Felix found Kiva waiting at the door for him and he popped back inside for a piece of sausage. “Can I give this to the dog?”
Lorcan stare
