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first sign that the calf would be born within twelve to twenty-four hours. Dylan paced the aisle of the barn, willing the time to pass by quickly. Frustrated with time’s crawl, he stopped by Joe’s pen again. “I bet Bertha is starving. She hasn’t eaten since last night.” Her absence from the morning feeding had riled his suspicions. He’d taken off looking for her and found the laboring heifer in the back acreage. Relieved to find her, he had gently coaxed her into the trailer. In minutes, the cow had been loaded for the short ride back to the barn where he set her up in the maternity pen. He watched her closely waiting for signs of complications.      
    A tune played low in his pocket. He smiled at the familiar song he assigned as his father’s ringtone. “Good afternoon, Daddy,” he greeted when he answered.
    “Good one for you, too, I hope,” his father added.
    “Yes, sir. Bertha is about to calf any time now.”
    “That’s great, son. I hope I’m not catching you at a bad time with her about to deliver.”
    “No, sir. It’s not a bad time. Not yet at least. This is her first calf, and I like to stay close by.”
    “Why’s that? Is she not of age?”
    “Oh yes, and healthy, too. She’s in the labor and birthing pen now. I want to be here when the new one arrives. Oh, not to change the subject, but what can I do for you?”
    “I have some papers I need you to sign. I’m sending Grayson’s boy to you. He says he can be there this evening if you’re free.”
    Bertha bellowed, the loud painful cry alerted Dylan to her stall.   “She is presenting her water bag, Daddy.”
    “It’s not going to be long now, is it, son?”
    “No, sir.” Warm feelings of giddiness filled Dylan. The arrival of a newborn calf gave his feet wings with pride. “I feel like this is my own child about to be birthed.”
    “In a way, it is,” his father said.
    “I wonder if I will feel this way when I become a father.”
    “Not even close. You’ll think this is a slight hiccup of emotions compared to your own flesh and blood being born.”
    Dylan smiled at the forming image—he and Karma having a child together. His throat constricted with the desire it brought to his heart.  
    “Should I tell Grayson to hold off on the papers?”
    His father’s question derailed his chain of thought. “No, sir, he can come over this evening. I’m not going anywhere.”
    “Okay, son. Keep me informed.”
    “I will, Daddy.”
    Dylan shut off the power to the phone. He looked back at the heifer’s pen. He let his mind wander and soon thoughts of Karma filled it. The soft touch of her hands on his skin—the same ones which tendered to an animal in her veterinary clinic—gave him the most pleasure. The strong strength of her fingers kneading into his flesh during sex; the heat of her breath on his neck when she came; and then his tongue almost tasted her sweet and salty nectar when she was aroused—just before they made love. His cock grew firm with a semi-erection. He exhaled a strong breath to clear his mind and gain control. He rested his hands on the pipe of the pen. Stamping down a nonexistent mound of dirt, his heart clenched and ached with thoughts of a future with her. “Karma, what do you feel for me? Are you playing the games of a free spirit, or are you real in your feelings when you say you love me?” Bertha’s soulful bellow recaptured his attention. “I know, girl. I feel the same way, too.”
    He pulled out his phone, hit the number for Karma’s cell phone, and waited. He hated to break their date, but he saw no other choice.

    * * * *

    Deep in thought, Karma almost missed the phone call coming in on her cell. She picked it up and smiled at Dylan’s picture displayed across the LCD screen. She pushed the green button. “Hello, you crazy-sexy man.” She purred into the receiver.
    “Hello yourself, you smooth talker.”
    Karma liked the occasional role switches. “What are you doing