Page 64 of Huckleberry Hill
“I know. I’d never ask you to.”
“Love you.”
“Love you too.”
“Things will look better in the morning,” she promised.
“Lie.”
She grunted. “Well, they’ll look how they’ll look. It’s your decision on what lens to look at life through. Good night, twin.”
Chapter Thirteen
The Ranch
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Late the next morning, I opened the front door and smiled in surprised confusion. “Hey, Wade.”
“Hi,” he greeted. “Sorry I didn’t call.”
“That’s okay.” I stepped back to let him inside and closed the door behind him.
“Did I catch you at a bad time?”
“Bad time?”
He pointed to my face. “You’ve got dirt on your cheek.”
My hand went to my face and I rubbed it absently. “I was in the garden.”
“Ah, yeah. The get up makes sense now.” He winked.
I was wearing a pair of patchwork overalls, and my hair was parted into two French braids.
I headed into the kitchen. “Something to drink?”
“No. I’m good.”
I opened the fridge and pulled out a pitcher of iced tea. “So, what brought you to my neck of the woods?”
“Two things,” he said. “One, I wanted to check on you.”
“Check on me? Why?” I went to the cupboard and got a glass.
“You left the bar last night without a word,” he explained. “And I saw Declan run out after you.”
“Ah,” I said, keeping my back turned.
“That’s all you’ve got to say?”
“What do you want me to say?” I asked, finally facing him, my eyebrows raised.
“I want to know if you’re okay. It looked intense.”
“I’m fine,” I lied.
“Okay.” He nodded and then reached into his pocket to extract his wallet. “Declan left his card. I thought maybe you could give it to him.”
