âYou say that like you think I need good luck.â
I think youâre gonna need more than that. Thad glanced at the big white stallion, teeth bared and ears plastered flat against his head, and was glad he didnât have to deal with that animal. âI hope you got a good price for him.â
âCost me a pretty penny.â
Thatâs what Thad was afraid of. âI meant a low price, sir.â
âWell now, heâs got excellent confirmation. And his pedigree. Why, itâs about as impressive as it can be.â
âIâm not about to argue with you, but personally I like a horse who isnât keen on biting me when I get anywhere near him.â Thad tipped his hat. âGood day to you, maâam.â
âUh, well, thank you, young man.â With the ferocity of an army general the fine lady squinted her eyes and looked him up and down. âDo you have relatives up north?â
âI believe so. My fatherâs side of the family.â
âVery well. It showed a fair amount of character to deliver our lost packages. You went out of your way when you didnât need to.â
âI just did what anyone would do.â He took a step away before she could invite him back into the parlor for supper or some such nonsense. He didnât figure that sheâd want much to do with him if she knew the truth about the way heâd treated Noelle. âAgain, good luck, Mr. Worthington. You be careful when youâre handling that stallion.â
âI intend to.â Robert straightened and took the mare by the bit to lead her, but seemed frozen in midstep. He glanced through the wide, open double doors to the picture Noelle made, befriending the gold-and-white mustang. âYou wouldnât know a good horseman you could recommend to me, would you? I could use some help around here.â
âI, uhââ Me. He clamped his mouth shut before the words could escape. He needed a job, but not that bad. Besides, Noelle wouldnât like that idea. And the notion of facing who he was every dayâthe man she made him remember. The man she saw as a coward. Thatâs what he felt like, even though he knew it wasnât true.
Maybe Noelleâs opinion of him meant more than heâd ever thought. He steeled his chest and took a step back, staring hard at the ground, at his scuffed boots, anywhere but where she stood, framed in silver light. âIâll let you know if I hear of anyone.â
He left the husband and wife to their chatter, keeping his eyes low, feeling the ache of regret tug at him. There she was. He could sense her somehow like warmth on a spring breeze. What did he do? Walk up to her and make pleasant conversation? He didnât reckon she wanted that. He didnât, either.
The trick was to keep control of that spark of caring in his heart. Keep it small and eventually it would snuff right out. That was his hope anyway.
She must have heard him coming because she turned toward him. There was no smile on her face and she stood in shadow. Heâd always remembered Noelle as sheâd been when heâd left herâsheâd never aged or changed for him in memory, but time changed everyone.
He saw that now. The way hard loss and sorrow had changed the shape of her mouth and eyes, no longer wide with an easy, assumed happiness. Her face was as soft as a rose blossom still, but leaner. Time and maturity had sharpened her high cheekbones. Her emerald-green eyes, still so lovely, did not twinkle and smile at him with good humor, the way they once had. The way they never would again.
She was lovelier than ever, but changed. It was the change now he saw, not the similarities to the young woman he remembered.
âYou have a very polite buddy,â she said gently, politely. âUnlike my poor uncleâs horse.â
âSunnyâs the best. Iâm lucky to have him.â He didnât bother to hide the
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