buggy when you need it?” He suspected that if he didn’t come up with a good reason, he’d find himself working with that flighty gelding.
Her face grew serious suddenly. “As long as I do that, I’m depending on someone else. I want to make my own decisions about when and where I’m going. I’d like to be a bit independent, at least in that. I thought you were the one person who might understand.”
That hit him right where he lived. He did understand—that was the trouble. He understood too well, and it made him vulnerable where Sally was concerned. He fumbled for words. “I’d like to help. But I don’t know how long I’ll be here and—”
“That doesn’t matter.” Seeing her face change was like watching the sun come out. “I’ll take whatever time you can spare. Denke, Aaron. I’m wonderful glad.”
He started to say that his words hadn’t been a yes, but before he could, Sally had grabbed his hand and every thought flew right out of his head.
It was just like her catching hold of Onkel Zeb’s arm, he tried to tell himself. But it didn’t work. When she touched him, something seemed to light between them like a spark arcing from one terminal to another. He felt it right down to his toes, and he knew in that instant that he was in trouble.
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