This was something she’d started doing as a child when her father had told her to wait for him to finish something. It always helped calm her mind. She was surprised at how strong Beau really was.
The air was cool, but the wind had completely stopped.
“What’s that saying?” Beau gasped for air, finally making it down to the running trail. “In Wyoming you only have to wait five minutes and the weather will change?”
Sara laughed under her breath. Every muscle in her body was aching, and she was sure that Beau had some aching muscles, too. He put his arms under her legs, taking some of the pressure off of her ankle.
She relaxed a little . “Thanks.”
Beau began walking quickly. “I figure we’ll be to the car in about twenty minutes.”
Sara heard voices and looked up to see Carey and Kevin jogging toward them.
“Hey , what happened?” Carey looked at Sara on Beau’s back.
She really didn’t want to deal with Carey. “I fell, but I’m fine. We got it under control. You guys just jog on back. Tell Genova I’ll see her at home.”
Kevin gave her a weird look. “You sure you don’t want us to wait?”
“No.”
Carey’s eyes narrowed in the darkness, and she could swear that she’d never seen such repressed anger. He glared at Beau and then broke away from them into a jog. “Suit yourself.”
Kevin nodded to her. “Okay, see you later.” He took off after Carey.
Beau stifled a l augh and coughed.
“What?” It came out sharper than she intended, but she was still reeling from all this confusion with Carey.
“Well, I was just realizing that I’m not special.” Beau huffed and picked up his pace.
Sara gripped Beau tighter to avoid falling back. “What do you mean?”
“ No, I’m not special at all . . . you’re just rude to everyone.”
Chapter 11
Sara walked quickly through the parking lot to the Ivinson Home for the Elderly. The building’s stone walls had recently been remodeled and painted to match the rest of the university. Sara loved the stately look of the building. It had been named after Edward Ivinson, a man who had helped establish the University in the late 1800’s. Now, it was an assisted-living home for the Elderly.
Sara walked quickly past the reception desk and down to the cafeteria they used for the practices.
Sara turned and smiled at the soft, middle-aged man that worked the door. His silver hair fit him perfectly. It made him look so happy and kind.
The kind, middle-aged man named Frank smiled at her. “Well, it’s about time you got here, Ms. Fairbanks, Martha has been dashing back and forth all morning.” “You’re looking good, Frank. Did you enjoy your summer?”
“Every minute, kid.” He waved her into the cafeteria.
Larry waited for her in the middle of the cafeteria floor. As soon as he saw her , he opened his arms and waited.
Sara gave him a big hug and smelled the tobacco on his shirt. She thought of how good it was to see him.
Larry was in a nice, flannel shirt and, of course, boots. He was an old rancher and had lived on a ranch near Laramie his whole life. After his wife had passed away, two years ago, his family had thought it safer for him to move to town. When she’d first met him he was less than enthusiastic about dancing. But having Martha as a partner had made a big difference in him.
The crease of his eyes wrinkled happily. “My dear, it’s about time you got over to see us. It’s all Martha could talk about.”
Sara smiled at him and noticed that he’d shaved his beard down to a mustache. “I like the facial hair. Much more contemporary.” She put down the blue tooth player and reached for the plug in. “Where’s Martha?”
Larry shook his head. “That woman, she’s been prancing around here all morning, acting like you were the queen herself coming for a visit.”
Sara slipped off her jacket and smiled at him. “I missed you guys over the summer.”
Larry pulled a chair over and put it by Sara.
The air was cool, but the wind had completely stopped.
“What’s that saying?” Beau gasped for air, finally making it down to the running trail. “In Wyoming you only have to wait five minutes and the weather will change?”
Sara laughed under her breath. Every muscle in her body was aching, and she was sure that Beau had some aching muscles, too. He put his arms under her legs, taking some of the pressure off of her ankle.
She relaxed a little . “Thanks.”
Beau began walking quickly. “I figure we’ll be to the car in about twenty minutes.”
Sara heard voices and looked up to see Carey and Kevin jogging toward them.
“Hey , what happened?” Carey looked at Sara on Beau’s back.
She really didn’t want to deal with Carey. “I fell, but I’m fine. We got it under control. You guys just jog on back. Tell Genova I’ll see her at home.”
Kevin gave her a weird look. “You sure you don’t want us to wait?”
“No.”
Carey’s eyes narrowed in the darkness, and she could swear that she’d never seen such repressed anger. He glared at Beau and then broke away from them into a jog. “Suit yourself.”
Kevin nodded to her. “Okay, see you later.” He took off after Carey.
Beau stifled a l augh and coughed.
“What?” It came out sharper than she intended, but she was still reeling from all this confusion with Carey.
“Well, I was just realizing that I’m not special.” Beau huffed and picked up his pace.
Sara gripped Beau tighter to avoid falling back. “What do you mean?”
“ No, I’m not special at all . . . you’re just rude to everyone.”
Chapter 11
Sara walked quickly through the parking lot to the Ivinson Home for the Elderly. The building’s stone walls had recently been remodeled and painted to match the rest of the university. Sara loved the stately look of the building. It had been named after Edward Ivinson, a man who had helped establish the University in the late 1800’s. Now, it was an assisted-living home for the Elderly.
Sara walked quickly past the reception desk and down to the cafeteria they used for the practices.
Sara turned and smiled at the soft, middle-aged man that worked the door. His silver hair fit him perfectly. It made him look so happy and kind.
The kind, middle-aged man named Frank smiled at her. “Well, it’s about time you got here, Ms. Fairbanks, Martha has been dashing back and forth all morning.” “You’re looking good, Frank. Did you enjoy your summer?”
“Every minute, kid.” He waved her into the cafeteria.
Larry waited for her in the middle of the cafeteria floor. As soon as he saw her , he opened his arms and waited.
Sara gave him a big hug and smelled the tobacco on his shirt. She thought of how good it was to see him.
Larry was in a nice, flannel shirt and, of course, boots. He was an old rancher and had lived on a ranch near Laramie his whole life. After his wife had passed away, two years ago, his family had thought it safer for him to move to town. When she’d first met him he was less than enthusiastic about dancing. But having Martha as a partner had made a big difference in him.
The crease of his eyes wrinkled happily. “My dear, it’s about time you got over to see us. It’s all Martha could talk about.”
Sara smiled at him and noticed that he’d shaved his beard down to a mustache. “I like the facial hair. Much more contemporary.” She put down the blue tooth player and reached for the plug in. “Where’s Martha?”
Larry shook his head. “That woman, she’s been prancing around here all morning, acting like you were the queen herself coming for a visit.”
Sara slipped off her jacket and smiled at him. “I missed you guys over the summer.”
Larry pulled a chair over and put it by Sara.
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