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Chapter 7.
'So you and Ben ...', Regan just stated with a fake smile on her lips as they reached the boundary paddock. Quickly she glanced towards her sister who was quick to dismount her horse.
'He stayed the night, didn't he?', Grace just let out. She was vaguely interested, not that she didn't want to. Just the fact her sister was happy with the man she wished for was a slight torture to her own dream, or better to the love she held for Marcus. Regan gave her a quick grin, lifting her brow shortly as she noticed Jaz' quietness.
Jaz walked towards the fencing, seeing it clearly been cut open; 'yes he did', she just told nonchalant between breathes as she lifted a piece of wire. 'I would say it's cut'. She quickly glanced towards her sisters.
'Looks like it', Grace noted, feeling keen to give the fencing all of her attention, already knowing the just started conversation wouldn't just about to end with a piece a wire.
'So ...', Regan smiled, resting her hand on her hip; 'I do am allowed to ask, aren't I?'
'Ask yes, not to check him out', Jaz now threw a smile at her, knowing it would put a stop to her curiosity. Regan instantly stared away over the wide open paddock. 'So, did you? Check Ben out?' Amused Jaz's eyes didn't break the gaze she had set on her older sister.
'Okay I did', Regan finally sighed, letting her hands down and just turning her face to give the blonde girl a quick look. 'I'm pathetic I know.'
'You need a man', Jaz chuckled, licking her lips shortly, her gaze falling onto Grace who had kneeled down next to the fencing, giving it an examining look.
'Who doesn't', it just sounded; 'who on earth would cut this fence? There hasn't been any cattle stationed here for weeks.' Grace waved away a fly, not looking up at her sisters, who gave each other a quick look.
'Sorry', Regan muttered; 'I guess it's not easy for you to see Marcus and Ingrid all glowy together', Regan let out.
Grace looked up at her, not letting go off the broken fence. 'We better check all fences.'
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Stevie had woken up from the little sounds Jodi made when she lay Xander back into his crib. 'Oh God how late is it?', she asked, rubbing her eyes and blinking a few times after, staring at Jodi as her tired body stretched. Now her head turned quickly to her left, staring at the alarm clock. 'It's already 8', Stevie nearly screamed, all shook up.
'Shhhh ... can you stay quiet. Xander ...', Jodi said, pointing at the little man in the crib. 'No need to hurry any way. Regan, Grace and Jaz are out to the boundary paddock. They muster the sheep later on after checking its state and the fencing around.' She brushed a blonde curl behind her ear, rather calm, now resting her hand on her swollen belly.
'I do need to clean the troughs', Stevie muttered, already annoyed knowing that stinky task was hers today. She sat up, sitting against the head of the bed, ruffling her hand through her wild red curls. Sighing for a moment she saw how Jodi sat down on the edge of her bed.
'I guess you needed that bit of sleep', she smiled.
'I guess so', Stevie yawned.
'So how was last night?', Jodi now asked, shifted a bit onto the mattress.
Stevie rolled her eyes; 'I know there was something up your sleeve. Still as nosy.' She saw that twinkle in Jodi's eyes, making her grin too now.
'Yes, true. I wanna know, so spill'.
Stevie brushed her right hand up her forehead, onto her hair, feeling instantly the ring around her finger. No, she wasn't used to feel it, not used to work with it. For a second she thought of the fact needing to tape it every day. Unconscious she touched it when resting her hands in her lap. 'Oh well you know, just a nice evening.'
'So talkative ...', her blonde friend rolled her eyes, before seeing how Stevie tried to turn the little golden piece around her finger. 'Still can't get it off?'
'No ...', Stevie inhaled deeply and stared at her fingers. 'It's confusing.'
