said nothing, her mind drifting back to the time when she and Shannon, giddy eleven-year-old girls, both madly in love with Paul Henderson, would follow him around. Both knew he was unattainable, and after a while, Shannon threw away all the pictures she and Amy had scammed from Tyrell and Derk, Paul’s younger brothers. When Shannon wasn’t looking, Amy fished them out.
“What did your dad have against Paul, anyhow?” Shannon continued, breaking into Amy’s thoughts.
Amy shook her head. “He had a dislike of Hendersons period. He’s always had a hard time with the fact that they have a more successful ranch. It isn’t as bad as it used to be.”
“Well I hope he won’t chew Paul’s head off while we’re gone.” Shannon flipped down the visor, checking out her lipstick in the mirror. “So how was the engagement party?”
“It was fun. I was sorry you couldn’t make it.” Amy stepped on the brakes at the highway, almost sending both of them through the dash.
“Whoa, girl. This isn’t your one-ton,” Shannon cried, bracing herself against the dashboard.
Amy blew out a sigh as she shifted back into first as a pickup behind her let out a blast on his horn. “I knew this car would make me nervous.”
“I’ll drive it.”
Amy shook her head. “The way you drive? You’d have every Mountie from here to Prince George on your tail.”
“I’ve only had two speeding tickets.”
“In the past month.” Amy eased the car out onto the highway, ignoring the impatient driver behind her. “No wonder your boss won’t let you use the truck.”
“Drew won’t let me use the truck because he’s stingy. I’ll be so glad to be finished working for that man.”
“And then what?” Amy glanced sidelong at Shannon. “You always talk about quitting, but what else would you do?”
“Maybe I’ll throw myself at Paul Henderson’s feet again.”
“Trust me girl, Paul Henderson is a waste of time.”
“I know. But he’s so good-looking and so rich. I mean, look at the kind of car he drives.” Again Shannon ran a finger along the dashboard. “Of course I could settle for Rick,” she said quirking a grin at Amy.
“Rick’s another hard one to pin down.”
“What do you mean?”
“It seems like we’re always working on different projects with no time to sit and talk. I’ll be at work and he’ll be checking the cows. Or I’ll be in the garden and he’ll be running to town for parts. He’s gone every evening to Jack Dilton’s working on the truck. Not that I mind. I’m glad he likes working on the equipment. I just wish he’d be a little more enthusiastic about the other work. He’s got to settle down and figure out what he wants sooner or later.”
“Maybe you should ask him what he wants?” Shannon suggested gently.
“I have, and he always shrugs and says he likes what he’s doing.”
“Push him.”
Amy frowned. “What do you mean?” She threw her friend a sidelong glance. “Do you know something I don’t know?”
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