seated himself.
Meg poured coffee, then sat to his left.
No one said much as they ate together, their first morning in this new situation. Meg tried to make it seem natural but knew she wasn’t fooling anyone.
Tye ate more slowly than the ranch hands. And he didn’t eat half as much as most men she’d cooked for.
She tasted everything to make sure she hadn’t made a mistake in her haste. It all tasted fine to her.
“Everything all right?” she asked hesitantly.
He looked up from his plate, his deep blue eyes vibrant in the morning light that streamed through the long kitchen windows. “Everything’s just fine, ma’am. Thank you.”
Meg glanced at Gus, and he met her eyes only briefly, then popped his last bite of ham into his mouth, downed his coffee and stood.
Purdy followed, going for his hat.
“We’ve just got enough time to change,” Meg said, folding her napkin.
Tye laid down his fork and sat still.
“Tye?” she asked curiously.
Gus and Purdy tromped out the door with a screech of hinges.
“You don’t want me to come to church with you,” he said. It wasn’t a question.
“But of course I do. I always go to church.”
“I don’t.”
She had started to get up, but she eased back down on the bench. “Aren’t you a God-fearing man, Tye Hatcher?”
“Yes, ma’am. But for your sake, I fear God’s good people more.”
“What do the others have to do with it?”
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