Chapter:18

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I finally was given Saturday's off when August hit. Next week I go back to school. Matt and Carson are not happy once again. My boss put me in with the infant to two year old group since I'm so calm with them. It's not that hard to entertain them when you're giving them a checkup.

I'm outside currently mucking stalls since a hand called in sick this morning. Carson is in the office going over things and Matt is in town getting feed. There's twice the number of stalls here than there is at Trevor's. I was halfway done when Matt returned. I'm in a sports bra and jeans gaining muscle and losing fat.

"You need a tank top on." Matt said carrying the feed to the storeroom. "It's too hot." I told him. I was almost done when he started on the first one on the line five down from me. In no time we were working in stalls right beside each other. Carson came out of the office. "Lunch anyone?" He asked. "Your crazy if we are going in public like this." I said.

"There's been worse." He said. I looked at Matt. "There has. He and I cleaned our boots off before going and another group from a different ranch tracked crap into the restaurant." Matt said. "I'm definitely cleaning my boots off then." I said. "Shirt on Keegan." Carson said.

"Still too hot." I said. "You may be hot, but I'm smoking." Matt said. I shook my head as I got to the hose outside. I cleaned the bottoms of my boots off before wiping my face to get some dirt off. I turned the water off and pulled my tank top from my back pocket.

I put it on and retied my hair. Then poked my head back in. They both were talking. "You know, a sandwich sounds really good right now." I said. They both poked their heads up in my direction. I then began to walk towards the house.

I was grabbed from behind. Hands started to tickle me. "No!!!" I squealed. I pulled my legs up making us both drop to the dirt. I kept being tickled. I finally had to tap out. "Finished?" Carson asked. "Should I?" I asked. He started tickling me again.

He stopped when my heel accidentally hit his knee. "Least it wasn't the groin." He said laying back on the dirt. "I'm not responsible for any injuries." I said. I jumped up before he could grab me. I then ran for the truck. I got in and locked the doors.

Matt was watching now with a puzzled look on his face. I moved over to the driver seat. "Don't you dare move it." Carson said. I cocked my head to the side smiling almost laughing. "Do you have the keys?" Carson asked Matt. "No. Thought you did." Matt said to him. I picked the keys up off the console.

"Can I drive?" I asked. Carson shook his head. "Please?" I asked. He shook his head again. A tap on the passenger window had me looking over. I let Matt in then locked the door back. He pulled me over into the passenger seat with him. Then unlocked the door.

"No fair!" I said. "It is fair when my knee hurts." Carson said. "You started it." I said. "And I finished it." He replied. Matt flipped the console up putting me between them. When we got there Carson pulled me to him. "After lunch could you follow me into the office?" He asked.

"I promise it won't be anything bad." He said. I allowed it. He pulled me across the seat and kept an arm around my waist. "Matt." Carson said. Matt came over right before opening the door. "We've been debating for weeks on when to give you this." Carson said. He dug into his shirt pocket pulling a bag out.

"This isn't marriage yet. It's a promise Kiki. That the three of us will stay together no matter what. Your our girl and we belong together. We know how to calm each other down and rile each other up. I want that for as long as I can." Carson said opening the bag.

"I want the same thing Keeg. I want to be happy, I can't be happy without you or Carson. He is right we do belong together." Matt said as Carson pulled a ring out of the bag. "This is our promise to you for now." He said.

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