forward. Donât forget to take care of the tack, too, while youâre at it.â
âQuit foolinâ around.â
âDo I look like Iâm fooling?â Grady asked with a broad grin. The expression on Wileyâs face was worth a thousand bucks. For the first time in longer than he cared to remember, Grady threw back his head and laughed until his throat felt raw.
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S AVANNAH SET THE PLATTER OF chicken-fried steak on the oven rack and turned the saucepan of thick cream gravy to simmer. The green beans were tender, and sheâd sliced fresh tomatoes from her kitchen garden. An apple pie cooled on the counter. All she needed to do now was stir up a pitcher of lemonade, and dinner would be ready when Grady and Wiley returned.
With a few extra moments on her hands, she decided to step outside. Laredo had been working all afternoon in the hot sun, and knowing he was probably thirsty, she poured him a glass of iced tea. As she walked into the sunshine, she was honest enough to admit that the tea was only an excuse to be with him.
Her gardens had never looked better, but she couldnât find Laredo. Heâd been there no more than five minutes ago. Disappointed, she was about to return to the house when she spotted him in the goat pen with Samson and Delilah, her two kids. They were a thank-you gift for the roses sheâd given a friend for an anniversary party. Seeing Laredo, she felt her heart go still, and she smiled with pleasure.
Grady had delighted in teasing her about her pets. He called it a silly woman thing, viewing her goats the same way he did her roses. He didnât care one whit about something she dearly loved. Roses were her heart, her joy, her passion. Sometimes Savannah wondered if they could truly be brother and sister, their differences seemed so profound.
Laredo knelt in the grass with the two young goats, petting them, talking to them. Samson, in particular, didnât normally take to strangers, but apparently Laredo was a special case.
Savannah wasnât sure how long she stood there watching. Several minutes, anyway, because the cold glass in her hand had numbed her fingers. Not wanting Laredo to know sheâd been spying on him, she returned to the house. She set the glass aside and raised her cold hands to her face, to cool her flushed cheeks.
Incredibly the urge to cry came over her, and she didnât know why. Sheâd barely exchanged a word with Laredo all day; theyâd both been busy with their own chores. And yet Savannah had never felt closer to anyone than she did to him for those few moments, watching him with her goats.
This stranger, this man she barely knew, possessed the ability to touch her soul. Savannah wondered if sheâd ever be the same.
CHAPTER 3
S AVANNAH ENJOYED LISTENING to Wade McMillen preach. His messages, simple and direct, cut straight to the heart. He was the most unlikely preacher sheâd ever seen. A large man, tall and muscular, he looked as though heâd be more comfortable at home herding cattle than delivering sermons. Perhaps that was what made him so popular.
It might have been her imagination, but Savannah felt the curious stares of those around her. The word about her and Laredo was out, she was sure of it. Now everyone in the town knew sheâand not Gradyâhad hired him.
Soon sheâd be the subject of speculative comments and whispered questionsâif she wasnât already. She felt mortified, but pride helped her hold her head high and look straight ahead. Her mind wandered throughout Wadeâs sermon, though, something that didnât usually happen. When her thoughts werenât focused on the consequences of her actions, they zoomed with startling ease to Laredo.
Sheâd wanted to invite him to church and had tried to broach the subject a number of times, but had lost her nerve. Even an invitation to Sunday-morning worship had seemed rather brash. In light of the interest
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