"Problem?"
Cam leaned on the doorjamb, tongue in his cheek. It was an amusing sight after
a hard day's work, he decided. His well-riled wife stalking around his all-but-bare-assed
brother.
"Somebody's
been in my garden and they stole my flowers."
"No
kidding? Want me to call the cops?"
"Oh,
shut up." She whirled back to Ethan, who took a cautious and cowardly step
in retreat. She looked fit to murder. "Well?"
"Well,
I…" He'd intended to confess, throw himself on her mercy. But the woman
glaring at him out of dark, furious eyes looked several quarts low on mercy.
"Rabbits," he said slowly. "Probably."
"Rabbits?"
"Yeah."
He shifted uncomfortably, wishing to Christ he'd at least gotten his pants on
before she burst in.
"Rabbits
can be a problem with gardens. They just hop up and help themselves."
"Rabbits,"
she said again.
"Could
be deer," he added, just a little desperately. "They'd graze over and
eat every damn thing down to stubs." Counting on pity, he shot a look at
Cam. "Right?"
Cam weighed
the situation, knew Anna was city girl enough to buy it. Oh, Ethan would owe
him for this, he decided and smiled. "Oh, yeah, deer and rabbits, big
problem." Which having two dogs running tame pretty much eliminated, he
mused.
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20 Ways to Keep Deer Out of Your Yard
