Willison POV

What do you think you’re doing?”

Willison straightened from where he’d been screwing the last corner of the chicken coop together and turned to look at his father.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” he snarled in reply. “I’m putting the chicken coop together, just like I told Mum last night I would.”

Arthur snorted. “That’s not what I’m talking about, and you know it.”

“I don’t know what you’re on about, so why don’t you enlighten me,” Willison said, trying very hard to keep his anger in check.

“I’m talking about the Sharp girl. What do you think you’re doing with her?”

“We are sharing a...