Page 9 of The Cowboy's Christmas
Deke let out a long breath as the man’s footsteps faded in the corridor, pinching the light blanket that covered his legs with his good hand. “You need to get the girls home. It’s getting dark.”
“We’ll make it back okay. The wind’s let up and they’ve sanded the highway.”
“Text me when you get there.”
“Will do.” Savannah patted her uncle’s arm. “I’ll be back to get you tomorrow.” She hoped.
“Don’t do the chores without me.”
Somehow Savannah managed to swallow her automatic retort. If Deke had unrealistic expectations for himself, so what? She’d deal with it tomorrow rather than argue with an injured man tonight. “Right.”
“I mean it,” Deke said as if he’d read her thoughts.
She had to do something about this.
“I can still drive a tractor,” he added as she went to the door.
She gave him a weary look over her shoulder. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
