Chapter 60

Bri

Bastain grunted unloading a massive bag of potatoes. "Wyatt's gonna bust a nut when he sees this. He's always said no pets, they are just more mouths to feed." he said looking down over her shoulder at the chick in her hand.

"They ain't pets Bas, they are egg layers and you leave him to me, think of a future with fresh eggs on hand for breakfast and vegetables he no longer will have to buy. I think it will outweigh his previous assumption that they are 'pets'. He just needs a lil convincing," I said with a smile, giving the chick a peck on the head and putting it back in the box. I gave Beau a massive grin, pinching his cheek on my way to reconfiguring the cabinets to fit the spoils.

"Y'all go get those books, we can make project plans while I cook." Bas sat at the table troubled, while the other two ran back to the boat to get their bags and books. "What is it Bas?" I asked, feeling his eyes on me.

"Why do you always have to make so much sense? This whole time I was fretting ov