mint?â
âOf course.â Relieved to have something constructive to do, she headed to the kitchen, counting her steps as she went, ticking off the number of paces from her chair to the dining room and from the table to the swinging kitchen door.
Thad. She knew he was there by the change in the air, by the scent of horse and leather and hay. Against her will, her heart tugged as if heâd cinched a rope around it.
Split wood tumbled into the fuel box with a roll and thunk. She waited, holding herself very still as Thadâs movements seemed loud in the still and empty room. The fireâs voice grew to a crackling roar.
âThatâll do.â Cookâs grudging approval was a rare sound. âThat was mighty Christian of you, Mr. McKaslin.â
âJust helping out while Iâm here.â His baritone tensed, as if he knew she was in the room. âI guess Iâd best see to the other fires in the house.â
His footsteps knelled closer with the unhurried, strong beat that she knew so well.
She stepped aside, knowing she was in the way and expected him to walk on by. After all theyâd been through, what could there be left to say? She wouldnât trust him, wouldnât allow a friendship, would do nothing but to wish him well. She was certain he felt the same way.
But his gait halted, and she could feel his calming presence towering over her.
âIâm sorry for your uncle,â he said gruffly. âI donât suppose thereâs any word from the doc yet?â
Her eyes watered at the tender caring in his voiceâa tender caring she well remembered through all the years and disillusionment. It had been the great gentleness in the powerful man that had once won her heart completely.
If only her heart did not remember that now. She nodded, not trusting her voice, wishing him to go on his way before the burning in her eyes turned to tears.
âIâm no longer much of a praying man, but Iâve been keeping him in prayer.â
âThat means a lot.â One hot tear rolled down her cheek. âMore than you know.â
âI care more than you know.â
The rough, callused pad of his thumb brushed featherlight against her cheek to stop her single tear. Heâd moved closer, and he leaned in closer still. She could hear the rhythm of his breathing and smell the faint scent of soap on his shirt.
âI know Robert is like a second father to you. I donât want you to lose him, too.â
Noelle shook her head, too overcome to speak. She recognized the soft note in Thadâs tone, and she knew how his face would look, his eyes caring, his jaw squared, a combination of strength and heart that had always dazzled her.
Another tear rolled down her face, and he caught that one, as well, brushing it away with a kindness that made her ache with all that she had lost. All that had never been.
âAre you going to be all right?â Thad was all the stronger, in her view, for his kindness. âI can sit with you.â
âNo.â How did she tell him the truth? She ought to be crying for her uncle, but the tears were for herself. For him. For the fragments of the past sheâd never truly let go. She held on to those bright pieces of joy like a miser did his last pieces of gold. They were slivers of happiness she could not stand to remember. They were bits of sorrow she could not forget.
âN-no.â The word scraped against her raw throat. âYou go on home. I shall be fine.â
âAll right, then, but Iâm not about to leave. You sure youâre okay?â
âS-sure.â
âYou donât look all right.â
Those pieces of sorrow felt brighter, bigger. It was not him she needed.
The door swished open and shut, Thad was gone, and she was achingly alone. She could hear the striking of Cookâs shoes on the stairs echoing rapid-fire. Dully, she heard Thad pass through the house before the
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