Daniel’s intense gaze or the night air that made
her start to shiver.
“You’re cold,” Daniel stated. “Come on, let’s
turn in. We’ve got a busy day tomorrow.” With that, he wrapped a
protective arm around her and guided her back to her room.
“I’ll just put Lucrecia to bed,” Sam told him
as he stood by her door. “Good night Daniel. I’ll see you in the
morning.” She walked away towards the kitchen and out of his
sight.
Chapter
Twelve
The incredible smell of bacon and eggs
wafting down the hall, and into Sam’s room, roused the newly
appointed jillaroo the next morning. Muffled voices could be heard
coming from the kitchen. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and
looked over to the clock on the nightstand. An involuntary groan
escaped her vocal chords when she read the time that was displayed.
It was 6:30 a.m. Jillaroo or not, she was not used to waking up
this early, and it didn’t agree with her.
She struggled out of bed, pulled on her robe,
and headed towards the bathroom. Still half asleep and not looking
where she was going, she bumped headfirst into Daniel’s chest. That
woke her up. Startled, Sam looked up to be greeted by a pair of
beautiful blue eyes and a welcoming smile.
“Good morning,” he said, smiling down at his
new colleague. His dark hair was all disheveled, and he looked
absolutely delicious. Sam, on the other hand, decided she probably
looked like a dog’s dinner. The only consolation being that she had
stopped wearing make up a while ago on her travels, so this time,
she knew he wasn’t greeted with panda eyes like before, but she
could more or less guarantee her hair was still doing it’s struck
by lightning routine.
“Err, good morning,” she replied, then
gestured for Daniel to go into the bathroom. “You first.”
“Absolutely not,” he retorted, brows
furrowed. “Ladies first.” Daniel gestured for her to step into the
bathroom.
“But it’s your house,” Sam argued.
“But you’re a guest,” Daniel argued back.
Hands on hips, Sam puffed out her chest, such
that it was.
“I am not a guest,” she huffed indignantly.
“I am a paid employee of your mother and father, and I
intend to stay that way.”
Daniel’s expression softened, and a smile
threatened to dance around the corner of his lips, which just
aggravated her even more.
“Sam,” he said, throwing her a martyred look.
“We can argue about this all day, but the fact of the matter is, I
will not enter through that door before you, and I’m hungry and
would like some breakfast. You would be doing me a favor if you
would use the bathroom first and we can both go and have something
to eat.” With that, he turned on his heel and disappeared into his
bedroom. Sam narrowed her eyes at his departing back and muttered
something about chivalrous men as she gave up her stand and stepped
into the bathroom.
A little while later after having washed, she
wandered outside to where the menagerie of chickens, turkeys, geese
and ducks called home. They were excited to see her; crowding
around her feet so that she had to shuffle her way in, being
careful not to step on any of them.
After filling all of their feed troughs and
scattering plenty of food around with her hands, they scurried off
in all directions to eat their breakfast, leaving Sam free to
search their nesting boxes for fresh eggs.
She carefully placed her spoils into the
container Mrs. Miller had given her for the task. After making sure
that she had retrieved them all, she headed back inside so she
could finally get to work on her own breakfast, which was
delicious. As they were finishing up, Mr. Miller started giving
them their instructions for the day.
“We’ll all go up in the plane to see where
the sheep are,” he explained. “Then you two can go out on the bikes
and muster them back here. That should take most of the day.
Tomorrow we’ll draft them...that means sort them, Sam,” he said to
the
her start to shiver.
“You’re cold,” Daniel stated. “Come on, let’s
turn in. We’ve got a busy day tomorrow.” With that, he wrapped a
protective arm around her and guided her back to her room.
“I’ll just put Lucrecia to bed,” Sam told him
as he stood by her door. “Good night Daniel. I’ll see you in the
morning.” She walked away towards the kitchen and out of his
sight.
Chapter
Twelve
The incredible smell of bacon and eggs
wafting down the hall, and into Sam’s room, roused the newly
appointed jillaroo the next morning. Muffled voices could be heard
coming from the kitchen. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and
looked over to the clock on the nightstand. An involuntary groan
escaped her vocal chords when she read the time that was displayed.
It was 6:30 a.m. Jillaroo or not, she was not used to waking up
this early, and it didn’t agree with her.
She struggled out of bed, pulled on her robe,
and headed towards the bathroom. Still half asleep and not looking
where she was going, she bumped headfirst into Daniel’s chest. That
woke her up. Startled, Sam looked up to be greeted by a pair of
beautiful blue eyes and a welcoming smile.
“Good morning,” he said, smiling down at his
new colleague. His dark hair was all disheveled, and he looked
absolutely delicious. Sam, on the other hand, decided she probably
looked like a dog’s dinner. The only consolation being that she had
stopped wearing make up a while ago on her travels, so this time,
she knew he wasn’t greeted with panda eyes like before, but she
could more or less guarantee her hair was still doing it’s struck
by lightning routine.
“Err, good morning,” she replied, then
gestured for Daniel to go into the bathroom. “You first.”
“Absolutely not,” he retorted, brows
furrowed. “Ladies first.” Daniel gestured for her to step into the
bathroom.
“But it’s your house,” Sam argued.
“But you’re a guest,” Daniel argued back.
Hands on hips, Sam puffed out her chest, such
that it was.
“I am not a guest,” she huffed indignantly.
“I am a paid employee of your mother and father, and I
intend to stay that way.”
Daniel’s expression softened, and a smile
threatened to dance around the corner of his lips, which just
aggravated her even more.
“Sam,” he said, throwing her a martyred look.
“We can argue about this all day, but the fact of the matter is, I
will not enter through that door before you, and I’m hungry and
would like some breakfast. You would be doing me a favor if you
would use the bathroom first and we can both go and have something
to eat.” With that, he turned on his heel and disappeared into his
bedroom. Sam narrowed her eyes at his departing back and muttered
something about chivalrous men as she gave up her stand and stepped
into the bathroom.
A little while later after having washed, she
wandered outside to where the menagerie of chickens, turkeys, geese
and ducks called home. They were excited to see her; crowding
around her feet so that she had to shuffle her way in, being
careful not to step on any of them.
After filling all of their feed troughs and
scattering plenty of food around with her hands, they scurried off
in all directions to eat their breakfast, leaving Sam free to
search their nesting boxes for fresh eggs.
She carefully placed her spoils into the
container Mrs. Miller had given her for the task. After making sure
that she had retrieved them all, she headed back inside so she
could finally get to work on her own breakfast, which was
delicious. As they were finishing up, Mr. Miller started giving
them their instructions for the day.
“We’ll all go up in the plane to see where
the sheep are,” he explained. “Then you two can go out on the bikes
and muster them back here. That should take most of the day.
Tomorrow we’ll draft them...that means sort them, Sam,” he said to
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