Ever Faithful. Carolyne Aarsen
narrowed eyes. He slapped his gloves against his legs once, turned and left.
Amy turned to Paul with an apologetic look. “Sorry about that. Rick’s just being Rick.”
Paul said nothing, aware that the statement didn’t require an answer.
“I can’t ask you to do all this,” she said, trying once more.
“Amy, you’re not asking me to do anything.” He stifled his impatience with her insistence. “I’m offering and this is your cue to give in and say ‘Thanks Paul. Why don’t you go and get the car and I’ll be ready when you come.’ Please stop making a big deal of this.”
“Okay, but if I hit something…”
“I checked the policy before I left Vancouver. I’m fully insured against wild horses, cows, pigs, chickens—the whole farmyard and a few others besides.” He grinned at her and pushed himself away from the table. “So I’ll just put on my boots, and then I’m history.”
He gave in to an impulse and ran the back of his fingers over her cheek. “See you later.” He turned and left, whistling, feeling more cheerful than he had since he’d come here.
Chapter Five
“I’m glad Paul sweet-talked you into using his car,” Shannon remarked as she slid into the sleek sports car, closed the door almost reverently and sniffed. “He never had a vehicle this nice when he lived here before.” She looked over at Amy and grinned. “Too bad the man didn’t come, too.”
“He’s taking care of my dad while I’m gone.”
“Your dad’s fine,” snorted Shannon. “He doesn’t need to be baby-sat.” Shannon frowned. “Or would that be old-man-sat? I don’t know.”
Amy shook her head at her friend’s bluntness as she carefully pulled into traffic. “Dad hasn’t been too well lately. I’m glad Paul’s staying.”
“Me, too. It gives me a chance to drive in style instead of the Greyhound.” Shannon stroked the leather of the seat, almost caressed the dashboard. “Very nice, indeed.” She turned to Amy. “I was sorry I missed the man at your engagement party. He’s been gone so long I’ve forgotten what he looked like.”
“Like he stepped off the cover of GQ.”
“Oh. Just like Tim.”
“Tim doesn’t dress anything like that,” Amy protested.
“C’mon, Amy. I’m sure the man doesn’t even own a pair of blue jeans.”
Amy frowned. “Of course he does. When we went riding a few weeks back…”
“He wore chinos.” Shannon patted her on the shoulder. “That’s okay. It’s about time someone elevated the dress code around here.”
Amy shot her friend an exasperated glance. “I wish you wouldn’t talk about Tim like you merely tolerate him. I know you like him.”
“Tim’s a wonderful guy. There’s no doubt about that. I’m still having a hard time adjusting to the change in you.”
“We’ve been going out for almost sixteen months.”
“It doesn’t seem that long. And now you’re engaged.” Shannon sighed wrinkling her nose at her friend. “Remember how we used to steal Paul’s school pictures from Tyrell’s room?”
“My dad was furious when he found them.”
“I’ll never understand why he disliked Paul so much,” Shannon said with a frown. “My mom and dad thought my crush on him was funny. Though they did warn me about chasing him too hard. Poor guy, I’ll never forget how relieved he was when he talked Rick into taking me home after our one date. I got over him pretty quick, after that.”
Amy said nothing, her mind drifting back to the time when she and Shannon, giddy eleven-year-old girls, both madly in love with Paul Henderson, would follow him around. Both knew he was unattainable, and after a while, Shannon threw away all the pictures she and Amy had scammed from Tyrell and Derk, Paul’s younger brothers. When Shannon wasn’t looking, Amy fished them out.
“What did your dad have against Paul, anyhow?” Shannon continued, breaking into Amy’s thoughts.
Amy shook her head. “He had a dislike of Hendersons period. He’s always had a hard time with the fact that they have a more successful ranch. It isn’t as bad as it used to be.”
“Well I hope he won’t chew Paul’s head off while we’re gone.” Shannon flipped down the visor, checking out her lipstick in the mirror. “So how was the engagement party?”
“It was fun. I was sorry you couldn’t make it.” Amy stepped on the brakes at the highway, almost sending both of them through the dash.
“Whoa, girl. This isn’t your one-ton,” Shannon cried, bracing herself against the dashboard.
Amy blew out a sigh as she shifted back into first as a pickup behind her let out a blast on his horn. “I knew this car would make me nervous.”
“I’ll drive it.”
Amy shook her head. “The way you drive? You’d have every Mountie from here to Prince George on your tail.”
“I’ve only had two speeding tickets.”
“In the past month.” Amy eased the car out onto the highway, ignoring the impatient driver behind her. “No wonder your boss won’t let you use the truck.”
“Drew won’t let me use the truck because he’s stingy. I’ll be so glad to be finished working for that man.”
“And then what?” Amy glanced sidelong at Shannon. “You always talk about quitting, but what else would you do?”
“Maybe I’ll throw myself at Paul Henderson’s feet again.”
“Trust me girl, Paul Henderson is a waste of time.”
“I know. But he’s so good-looking and so rich. I mean, look at the kind of car he drives.” Again Shannon ran a finger along the dashboard. “Of course I could settle for Rick,” she said quirking a grin at Amy.
“Rick’s another hard one to pin down.”
“What do you mean?”
“It seems like we’re always working on different projects with no time to sit and talk. I’ll be at work and he’ll be checking the cows. Or I’ll be in the garden and he’ll be running to town for parts. He’s gone every evening to Jack Dilton’s working on the truck. Not that I mind. I’m glad he likes working on the equipment. I just wish he’d be a little more enthusiastic about the other work. He’s got to settle down and figure out what he wants sooner or later.”
“Maybe you should ask him what he wants?” Shannon suggested gently.
“I have, and he always shrugs and says he likes what he’s doing.”
“Push him.”
Amy frowned. “What do you mean?” She threw her friend a sidelong glance. “Do you know something I don’t know?”
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