style="font-size:15px;"> “Call me if you can’t get those records. Some clinics can be weird about releasing information.”
“I’ll let you know.”
He moved away from the horse, falling into step next to her as she hurried toward the exit. The horse followed along, Mariah glancing back in time to spy the limp. Poor thing.
“Thanks for coming out today.”
She didn’t say anything. She couldn’t forget the way he’d studied the filly like a man worried about his best friend. It disturbed her, though not in a bad way.
“Can I take you to lunch? As a way of thanking you?”
“No, no. I, ah, I have another appointment to go to after this.”
He didn’t say anything, not for the longest time. She saw him scan her face, spotted the way his gaze lingered on her lips, and then his eyes sprouted the faintest hint of a challenge. “Yeah?”
“Yes,” she lied.
He knew she didn’t have anything more important to do than watch YouTube videos for the rest of the afternoon. Just as he knew she didn’t want to spend any more time with him than necessary, and not because of what he did for a living. Oh, no. She didn’t want to spend more time with him, because despite what she told herself, she really did like him.
Fool.
There was no denying that she was.
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