“And that’s not all, either.”
“My father had a heart attack,” she said indignantly.
“I know, but there’s something else. Something that made you run home, run to your father, who is a remarkable man, by the way. There’s at least one more thing…”
“What are you talking about?” she demanded.
“That little shadow behind your eyes. Something personal hurt you.”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“A man,” he said. “I bet there was a man. You had a falling out or fight or something. Or he cheated. Or you did.”
“There was no cheating! We just parted company!”
“Now we’re getting somewhere,” he said, grinning at her.
“That’s just plain rude, prying like that. I didn’t do that to you. I was only curious and I asked, but if you’d said it was none of my business, I wouldn’t have pushed. And I wouldn’t have given you some bullshit about something behind your eyes.”
“I think I’m getting a name,” he said, rolling his eyes upward as if seeking the answer in the heavens. “Arthur? Adam? Andrew, that’s it.”
She got to her feet, a disgusted smirk marring her pretty face. “Oh, that was good, Calhoun,” she said.
“Frank told me,” he said. “You weren’t thinking of keeping a secret around here, were you?” He laughed, very amused with himself. “And it’s not Calhoun.”
She brushed off the butt of her jeans. “You’re going to pay for that. I don’t know how yet, but trust me…”
“Someone has to teach you how to have a little fun, Maggie,” he said.
“Well, it’s not going to be you, Carlisle.”
He just shook his head and laughed. Then he worked on tilling the garden plot.
Copyright ? 2016 by Robyn Carr