Page 11 of This Time Around
She blinked back tears and pointed over my shoulder.“Glasses are behind you, cupboard above the bread box.”
I turned and found the glasses, grabbing one for myself.A drink was a good idea.Pouring both of us a hefty serving, I searched for something appropriate to say.I came up totally empty.“I didn’t know and if I had, I wouldn’t have brought it up.”
“I suppose you know all about talking when you don’t want to.”She brought the glass to her lips.When she pulled it away, she shook her head.“I’m sorry.That was rude of me.”
“And yet you obviously know why I’m here.”
“Max told me.”
“Then you know I don’t want to cause any trouble, don’t want to make it for you, but I have to be honest, I’m better when I’m busy.Even if I don’t have the first clue what in the hell goes on here.Give me something to do even if it’s just hauling horse shit.I won’t overstep like I obviously did today in the barn.”
“You didn’t.It’s stupid why I got mad about it, it was just—”
“The horse was your husband’s and you didn’t like seeing another man’s hand on it.I understand.”
More than she probably knew.Nothing brought rage quicker than someone touching something that belonged to someone you loved…like your wife’s ass or hips or mouth.
“Yeah.Something like that.”
I took a drink.“I can go if you’d like.But if you want company, even silent company, I’d like to enjoy the fire for awhile.”
