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“You are far too easy to impress. Come along. I fly out in the morning, so if Ernie checks the camera and sees a sasquatch running off with me, he will believe it for a while.”
Mal ran for the door. “You are seriously the best person in the whole world. I will cook for you anytime you want, Benson. Anytime. Do you think I can carry you on my shoulder? I have a strong core. You are so joining my yoga group now. What times work well for you?”
Cain sighed and closed his eyes, wondering where he had gone wrong.
Chapter 3
“Thank you, Mr. Hart,” Mal said as he folded the signed agreement and slid it into his pocket. “I’ll share if I find any good spots.”
Rueban gave him a brisk nod, clearly uncomfortable to be speaking to a stranger. The large man usually let his husband do the talking for him, but Ernie was busy.
“Are you sure he’s alright?” Ernie asked, pacing the floor as he talked on the phone. He carried one of the couple’s young children in his arms while the other two watched from their play area. “The footage was clear as day. Bigfoot got him, Carter. He carried poor Cain away.”
Rueban rolled his eyes and Mal fought not to laugh.Best prank ever, he thought.
“Yes, that was Bigfoot.” Ernie stopped pacing and stomped his foot like a toddler. “Carter, I know what I saw. You need to interview Cain about the encounter. He may know where Bigfoot is now.” He paused for a moment. “Carter Benson, if you’ve ever cared for our friendship at all you will facetime your brother and ask him where Bigfoot is.”
“Carter Benson,” the toddler in Ernie’s arms called out, waving an arm in outrage.
“Carter Benson,” the other toddler called from the play area, giggling.
The youngest ignored his two older siblings and leaned against the large husky lying next to them.
“Do you hear that?” Ernie asked, smug. “The twins are in full agreement with me. You know your job, Carter. Do it now and report back to me.”
“Please, ignore him,” Rueban said, deep voice full of laughter.
“That is impossible, and you know it. Anyway, I’ll get going.” Mal smiled sweetly. “Nice meeting you. I’ll tell everyone I see about Ernie’s tantrum, but you probably know that too.”
Rueban sighed and nodded.
“Have a good day.” Mal hurried toward the truck, cackling.
“What did you do in there?” Bianca asked him when he climbed in. Her curly brown hair was pulled into a messy bun on the top of her head. She was dressed cozy in an oversized sweater and leggings. The weather had turned again a few days ago, and the air was a little too crisp for Mal’s comfort. He wished he had brought a sweater too.
“Why do you think Idid something?” he asked, turning up the heat.
“It’s the smile.” She sighed and shook her head. “Plus, you made me go put baby bonnets on alpacas while you were inside. Why do you enjoy teasing the Wilsons so much?”
He shrugged. “It brings me joy. So, what do you want to do today?”
“Try to take over the world,” she replied in a solemn voice.
Mal laughed. “Oh, I do love you.”
“I’m glad to hear that because I made plans for us.”
“How mysterious.” He wiggled his brows. “What are we doing?”
One of his favorite things about visiting Hobson Hills was spending time with Bianca. Van worked a lot, so Mal and Bianca were left to their own devices most of the time when she wasn’t in school or working.
The teenager cleared her throat and pulled out her phone. “First, we’ll have breakfast at Honey Buns in town.”
“Coffee and pastries.” He nodded. “I approve.”
“Then, we’ll stop at the bookstore so I can pick up a graphic novel I ordered.”
“Nice. Supporting small businesses.”
