get worked up. I know that look—”
“What look?” She glared, like a warrior woman ready for battle.
“Glaring eyes. Chin tipped up so high you can barely see me over your nose.” He planted his hands on his hips. “It won’t do any good to try and get rid of me. I gave Milton my word.”
“He doesn’t need your help.”
“You mean, you don’t.”
“You’ve helped enough.” The earlier humiliation at the grocery store returned. He’d been a witness to the fact that she’d been unable to pay for all her groceries, and that he’d given the truck a push still rankled. “I can’t be obligated to you. You get that, right?”
“Doesn’t change my intentions.”
“How would you feel if the circumstances were flipped? What if you needed my help?”
“Darlin’, I’d never accept a woman’s help.”
“And I can’t accept yours. This is too much. You know full well I can’t pay you.”
“That’s right.” He squared his hat on his head. “I’m not doing this for money. I’m here for Milton, not you.”
“Oh.” A slap couldn’t have stunned her more. She should have known. Humiliation swept through her, remembering the days when Hunter had shown his sweet side always doing for her, always helping. Crazy that she’d just assumed...well, of course things had changed. “Sorry.”
“If I run the second carousel, can you keep up?” Brash, Hunter shouldered past her toward the door.
She nodded, listening to the beat of his boots against the cement and wishing she was anyplace but here. Being beholden to the man was going to be a bitter pill.
“Don’t worry, Freckles.” His voice rumbled low with a nostalgic warmth. “You’ll hardly know I’m here.”
Why did her pulse skip at the hint of his grin? “That’s what you used to call me when we were...”
“Close?”
“I was going to say in love.” She shrugged. “Water under the bridge.”
“I’ll say.” He shrugged a what-can-you-do? “I’ll take the present over the past any day. How about you?”
“Absolutely. The past is a bummer.”
“Then we’ll leave it floating down the creek with the current. How about it?”
“Sounds good. It’s probably heading toward the ocean about now.”
“Or floating on the tides to Fiji. We were a long time ago, Millie. I say we forget about it.”
“Agreed. Thanks for coming.”
“It’s what we do around here, neighbors helping neighbors.” He paused at the doorway, half swallowed by shadow. “No thanks necessary.”
“The thing is, I don’t see any other neighbors rushing in to help.”
“No, Whip likely broke their good will long ago. He’s a hard man, but he was hardest on you. That was never right.”
“Doesn’t that fall into the category of the past?”
“I’m just sayin’.” Hunter’s iron jaw softened, perhaps a momentary weakness. “Get back to the wash-down. If Milton knew I was standing around shootin’ the breeze when I ought to be working, he’d have my hide.”
“Tempting to say you’d deserve it.”
“No doubt.” An almost-smile curved the chiseled line of his mouth. He disappeared through the barn doors, leaving her alone in the sunshine.
A cow’s moo started the rest of the herd lowing, a loud bawling that shattered the evening’s peace. Shaking her head, she headed inside. Hunter McKaslin back on the Wilson farm again. How about that? She dearly hoped it was not a trend. Having him around here all the time? Could not happen. No way, no how. There was one piece of the past she couldn’t banish down, and it was sitting inside the house with Dad, watching spaghetti Westerns.
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