doors slid closed.
“Yeah, I guess.”
“Are you going to tell me what’s going on?”
He shook his head and pushed the lobby button. “Nope. Where do you need to go?”
“Brody, we’re at a rheumatologist.”
Yeah, he knew she would put two and two together. That didn’t mean he was ready to talk about it.
“Yeah, I guess we are. Where do you need to go?”
Silence for a blessed moment.
“A department store, please. I need a few things that I can’t get in Martin’s Crossing.”
For some reason that lightened his mood. He doubted she’d planned it that way, but he’d take any rope he could grab hold of.
“What? There are things you can’t get in Martin’s Crossing?” He smiled as he teased her. “I thought the feed store had everything.”
“If everything includes grain, rubber boots, lead ropes and work jeans.”
“Sounds like everything a person needs.”
“Yes, everything a person needs. But what I need the most is my friend,” she said, her amusement fading.
“Don’t.”
He led her across the parking lot to his truck. When he reached to open the door for her, she placed a hand on his arm. He drew in a deep breath and looked down at her. She had a serious look on her face, the kind that went right through him.
“I know you don’t want to talk, but if you change your mind, I’m here.”
“I appreciate that.”
She bit down on her bottom lip as she studied him. “Brody, I do care. We...”
“Don’t. We’re not a ‘we’ anymore. Whatever you do or I do, there’s no ‘we’ involved.”
“I know that. I’m just saying, I know you’re in a lot of pain. And I know your surgery last year didn’t go well. There was a lot of damage that they probably couldn’t...”
He cut her off, motioning her to get in the truck. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Gotcha. But you know as well as I do that you’re going to have to face it.”
“It isn’t fatal, Grace.”
“No, but I’m sure it’s life changing.”
“Yeah, well, there’s been a lot of those moments in the past year.” With that, he closed the truck door.
When they got to the mall, he dropped her at the door, then parked the truck. She waited for him at the entrance. Her hand touched his, but then she must have thought better of it because she walked a little ahead of him. He followed her inside.
The first thing she did was head for the baby stuff. He felt a little itchy when she started touching pretty little dresses and pink shoes. He hadn’t thought about it, really. That baby bump was going to be a little person in a matter of months. It would wear lacy dresses. Or maybe it would wear jeans and cowboy boots. He picked up a pair of miniature cowboy boots and grinned.
“It’s going to be a girl.” She stepped next to him, taking the boots from his hand and putting them back on the shelf.
“It’s a boy,” he teased. “I’ve heard that boys are always right out front and girls spread themselves around their momma’s entire middle.
She looked down, her eyes widening as she covered the bump with her hand. “Do you think?”
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