For some insane reason, I told her, “Max bought it for me.”
At this news, her eyes bugged out and her mouth dropped open.
Then she twisted her torso to look at Max still holding my hand and she practically shrieked, “Killer! I love this!”
My mind was racing to find a way to make this news a little less “killer” and thus stop it from being spread around town when her fingers curled tight around my hand, she turned back to me and shook it with excitement. At that my hopes were dashed and I knew this would be all over town in a matter of hours. Maybe minutes.
“Caro, you wanna let Nina go? We gotta get into town,” Max said and I knew from his voice he was grinning and also he didn’t mind if news of his ring on my finger was around town within minutes.
“Oh, right,” Caroline muttered and dropped my hand then swept my empty mug out of my other one. “I’ll take that, you two get.”
“Nice to meet you,” I said to her.
“Right back at ‘cha, sister,” she said to me, turning toward the sink and I decided that I was definitely going to like Caroline. She had great skin, warm eyes and any woman who calls other women “sister” was a woman you’d like.
Max caught my hand, I quickly grabbed my purse from the counter and Max led me to the closet. Then he opened it, grabbed my coat and helped me put it on. Then he took my hand again and without putting on a jacket he led me to the door. He was, by the way, wearing a pair of jeans, boots and a heavy, navy blue, flannel shirt over a white thermal.
“Later, Caro,” he called as he opened the door.
“Later,” she called back and I heard the sink go on.
“Lock up when you leave, would you?” Max asked from the open door he’d pushed us through.
“Gotcha,” she replied on a wave and Max closed the door.
It was cold, definitely colder than it had been and there was a new layer of snow over the other layer that hadn’t quite gone away. It coated the landscape in white and made Max’s vista brand new again. There wasn’t much snow, maybe an inch or more, but it was there and the effect was magnificent.
There were also clouds covering the sun and the steps had been cleared but the gravel drive was still blanketed with white.
“You gonna be safe in those heels?” Max asked, dropping my hand and sliding his arm around my shoulders as we started down the steps.
“I think so,” I replied but suddenly, on the last step, his arm disappeared from my shoulders then reappeared behind my knees, sweeping my legs out from under me.
I started to fall, a small cry escaping my lips but he caught me in his arms, lifted me and carried me to the Cherokee.
“Max!” I exclaimed, wondering what Caroline would think if she was watching and she was probably watching.
“I’m hungry,” he stated, crunching through the snow to the Jeep. “You breakin’ your neck will keep me from breakfast.”
“I wouldn’t have broken my neck,” I snapped.
“Not takin’ the chance.”
“I’ve been walking on high heels since I was six and my Mom bought me plastic, little girl dress up shoes,” I informed him.
“Still not takin’ the chance.”
I really had no option but to let him carry me, regardless of what Caroline would think (and tell everyone in town). I couldn’t exactly wrestle him in my present position, he might drop me and I wouldn’t win anyway.
Therefore I muttered, “Whatever,” as he opened the door and set me in the seat.
He slammed the door, rounded the hood and got in as I buckled my seat belt. He strapped himself in, started up, did a three-point turn and drove down the lane.
“I’ll take you, Nellie and Steve to The Mark for breakfast after you do your thing,” Max offered as he turned into the road.
“The Mark?” I asked.
“Where we had burgers,” Max answered.