Healing Hearts at Bumblebee Barn by Jessica Redland EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
- Author: Jessica Redland
- Language: English
- Formats: PDF / EPUB
- Status: Available For Free Download
- Series: None
- Price: Free
- File Size: 2 MB
I was applying toothpaste to my toothbrush when a high-pitched shriek
made me drop both items into the sink and race back into the bedroom.
‘Olivia? Are you okay?’
‘No! Make it stop!’ She pulled the duvet over her head with a groan.
The beeps on my mobile phone alarm reached a crescendo as I grabbed it
from the bedside drawers, flicking on the lamp at the same time.
‘Sorry. I thought I’d switched it off.’
She yanked the duvet back and narrowed her eyes at me. ‘Well, you
obviously hadn’t. It’s 5.30, Barney. Who the hell gets up at this time on a
She shoved her long platinum-blonde hair back from her forehead and
‘Because I’m a farmer,’ I said, trying to keep the sarcasm at bay, ‘and
that’s what we do.’
‘But it’s Easter weekend. It’s a bank holiday.’
‘And I’m not a bank so I’m not on holiday.’
‘That’s not funny, Barney. You’re not funny.’
With a disgusted, ‘Urgh!’ she pulled the duvet back over her head and I
sighed inwardly as I lowered myself onto the edge of the bed, a sinking
feeling in my stomach in recognition of where this was heading.
‘I’ll be out for a couple of hours,’ I said, gently placing my hand on her
rigid back. ‘I’ll make you some breakfast when I get back.’
‘I’ll see you later, yeah?’
I flicked the lamp off and returned to the bathroom. Arms braced against
the sink, I squinted at my reflection in the mirror and slowly shook my head.
I wouldn’t see Olivia later. She’d be gone by the time I returned – another
relationship over when it had barely begun.
‘Probably just as well,’ I murmured, retrieving my toothbrush and paste
from the sink. Lambing season would start imminently and my already
limited social life would take a nosedive. Olivia would never have stuck
around through the long hours and sleepless nights, no matter how ‘adorable’
she imagined it would be to bottle-feed any lambs that couldn’t be fed by
When she’d gushed about that on the night I met her – out for
my best mate Joel’s birthday last month – I’d known it wouldn’t last that
long. It never did. Was it time to give up and accept that it was never going to
happen for me? That I was destined to run Bumblebee Barn on my own and
was never going to have children to pass the farm down to?
Ten minutes later, I pushed open the door to the boot room off the
‘Morning, Bear! Morning, Harley!’
My Border Collie brother and sister team scrambled out of their beds for
a scratch behind the ears.
For More Read Download This Book