Chapter 11
After Molly dropped the men off at the farm, Ronan and Lorcan drifted toward the house. Felix, however, had his sights set on what was now the only barn left on the property. He sat up his milking stool and buckets as usual. “Hey girls. Sorry your schedule is off, but let’s get our milk on.” He pointed over to Black Francis standing near the door. “What up, Francis? You good?” The bird went back to scratching along the ground by way of an answer.
He was just settling in with his first goat when Ronan appeared in the doorway.
“What the hell’re you doin’?” he asked Felix.
“Milking a goat,” Felix said. “What’re you doing?”
“No point in doin’ that. We’re done.”
“We’re not done. We’ll figure something out.”
Stepping nearer, Ronan leaned against the side of a stall. “I can’t fi
