style="font-size:15px;"> He ought to know. He had the same.
With a gust of air, he exhaled, releasing his frustration or trying to. “You mean well, but you don’t know Seth Collier—at all.”
“I saw Seth every day in English class. And you see him, what? A couple times a week?”
“What I know didn’t take long to understand. Seth won’t leave his father to go off to college somewhere.”
“We’ll see about that. But first, he needs to finish high school. Surely you agree about the importance of that diploma.”
“Of course, Seth should finish school. Today’s the first I’d heard of his plan to quit.”
“Why not admit you’re using Seth?”
She’d gone too far. Wade jabbed an index finger her way. “I’d never use that boy. I pay a wage for the work he does. I can’t pay much until I get the shop off the ground, but I’d never take advantage of him. Of anyone.”
The cold chill of her eyes slithered through him. That chill told him she believed he’d taken advantage of her. Toyed with her affection. That’s what this was really about. What defense could he give without hurting her more?
She took a step back. “You’re using Seth to accomplish what you can’t do alone. Well, this time you Cummingses won’t win.”
She whirled toward the door. Before she crossed the threshold she looked back at him, eyes issuing a challenge. “I’ll see that Seth gets a college education if it’s the last thing I do.”
Wade wouldn’t allow Abby to force her will on that boy. “If that’s not what Seth wants, then it looks like we’re going to be butting heads.” He motioned to the hat she wore. “I hope that chapeau of yours is lined with steel.”
“I plan on using my brain, not brawn. You might want to give that a try,” she said, smiling sweetly. Then with that last jab to his pride, she flounced out the door.
Leaving him to grapple with the truth. Abby wanted to save Seth from the fate of being just like him. That she held him and his dream in contempt knotted in Wade’s stomach.
No matter what she thought of him, how little she held him and his vocation in esteem, Abigail Wilson would soon learn she’d thrown down the gauntlet to exactly the wrong man.
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