Our Chance (Los Rancheros #4) Read Online Free Page B

she used to do, but she makes money at it now."
    Brody looks back and forth between us, and I shrug self-consciously.
    "You make money, from telling people how your day was?" he asks incredulously.
    I feel my shoulders go back. "It's about raising kids, what works for me and what doesn't. My trials, that are other peoples trials, too. Recipes, crafting, everything. I have sponsors that pay me to advertise on my page."
    "Huh," is all he says before walking away.
    I look after him. "Huh? That's it?" I get a pat on my shoulder from my mom.
    "I've got ten dollars that says he Googles you and finds your stuff tonight, darlin’. He's just in shock, is all."
    I shake it off and look to Harper and Trigg. "Alright, let’s go get an inventory of what we have going on outside. Go get your wellies on. They’re in the back of the van." I made sure we all had two pairs of the tough rain boots before even stepping foot onto the farm. Old habits and everything. I trail behind them before mom stops me.
    "Your dad and I are going to go and let you get settled in here. I put a casserole in the fridge for you, so don't worry about dinner."
    "Thanks, Mom. You're the best." I shut the cabinet doors before going out to the garage to see my dad has already put on the cover for the GTO, so it doesn't get damaged. I hug him, too. “Thanks, Daddy."
    "Any time, baby doll."
    I turn to see Brody petting Angus, his dog at his side. Jet is standing with him, already in his waterproof boots. I sit on the bumper of the van, slip my flip-flops off and put on black rubber boots as I listen to Brody talking to Jet.
    "His name is Brutus. What's your dog's name?"
    "Angus. Mom named him."
    "Isn't that interesting?"
    Jet scrunches up his eyebrows. "Why?"
    “Your mom and I promised each other we would get our pets’ names from Shakespeare." He glances over at me.
    "Why?"
    "Cause your Granny loves Shakespeare and named all of her kids after characters, and then got my mom into it. We hated that."
    "Wait, Brody's not a Shakespearean name. And Aunt Darcy isn’t from there, either," Harper says. "Is it, Mom?"
    I shake my head "No, they aren’t. You aunt goes by her middle name. Brody’s middle name is from a play."
    He looks down and laughs, making me laugh with him. That laugh makes me think of quiet talks and summer drives. I missed that laugh. "One day I'll tell you what mine is."
    I stand up and say, "Alright, munchkins, let’s go see what your chores will be." They groan collectively and I bend down to kiss their heads.
    Trigg asks, "When are we discussing allowance?"
    Brody frowns at him with a playful sparkle in his eyes. "Boy, you live on a farm now. I didn't get money unless I did good in school. The rest I had to do. No rewards except food on the table and not getting grounded."
    "Exactly. And I hear Grandma even has an automatic pump for milking the cow, so you don't even have to do that by hand," I tell them excitedly.
    I look over at Brody and he's smiling at me.
    "When I was in school, we had to walk, in the pouring down rain, to the bus stop."
    I smile back. "It was at least a mile down the road; the whole road was all mud."
    "Okay, now I know you're lying," Harper says. We laugh together and walk behind the house to the backyard. Over on the far end of the house, to the left, is an herb garden that surrounds cement blocks with four bee boxes in each corner and a birdbath in the center. In the middle is all garden. Rows and rows of different plants, short in front to tall in the back.
    Brody points to the garden. "Granny had everything marked." He points to the brightly colored wooden spoons and I laugh warmly.
    "She's always used those spoons." I spot her handwriting on an orange spoon by my feet and crouch down to look at it. Her swirls on those sticks make me feel closer to her suddenly, and I'm instantly saddened that she won’t be here to switch out her spoons for the next crop.
    "Spring crops are coming in consistently. That's pretty much