was almost always at work.
“No,” he said. “I came to see you.”
My eyes widened. “Oh.”
“Can we talk?” His voice lowered. “Maybe not within earshot of Hank?”
“Uh…yeah. Do you want to take a walk? I’ll throw on some clothes.”
He nodded. “I’d appreciate it.”
“The clothes or the walk?” I teased before I thought better of it.
“Both.” Then he turned and headed for the kitchen.
I hadn’t done laundry for over a week, so I worried about what I was going to throw on, but when I went to check the hamper, it was empty, and my clothes were folded and put away.
Ginger.
God bless that woman and, in turn, Wyatt. He’d decided the housekeeping was too much for me to keep up with on top of caring for Hank’s wounds and doing the cooking, and Ginger and her husband, Junior, who worked for Wyatt at his garage, needed the money. He paid Ginger to do light housekeeping a couple of times a week, but now that I thought of it, I wondered if Ginger wouldn’t mind picking up a few lunch shifts at the tavern. She wouldn’t have to work more than a couple of hours at a time, and the construction workers tipped pretty well. I’d make sure to mention it to her today. And thank her for doing my laundry—something she’d never done before.
I threw on a long-sleeved T-shirt and a pair of jeans, then grabbed my hiking boots and a pair of socks before I ducked into the bathroom. While the Caroline version of me wouldn’t have dreamed of leaving the house without makeup, the Carly Moore version of me was much more down-to-earth, and I had to admit I liked it. After I brushed my teeth and hair, I put on a few swipes of mascara and some concealer to help hide the dark circles under my eyes, then headed out to find Wyatt…but first I needed a cup of coffee.
I went into the kitchen and found a travel mug with a lid and a note that said,
I made you a cup of coffee the way you like it. It’s the least I could do since I woke you so early.
I couldn’t help smiling a little when I lifted the ceramic tumbler to my lips—strong coffee with hazelnut nondairy creamer.
We’d only been involved for a few weeks, yet he’d remembered.
No. No. No. No. I was not going to let this weaken my resolve. Wyatt put my life in danger and never even apologized. Instead, he was full of excuses to justify what he’d done. And then he’d accused me of working with Bingham, something I’d only done because I’d thought we were saving Lula. And the man hadn’t paid me squat.
Okay, so he’d paid me about a thousand dollars more than my broken-down car was worth, but I didn’t regret it for a minute.
And that wasn’t even touching the fact that Wyatt had a dumpster full of secrets.
Which brought me to the question of why Wyatt was here… now. Up until the last couple of days, we’d barely said five words to each other since our breakup. The only thing I could come up with was that he’d come to talk about his interview with the sheriff department.
It was an unusually chilly morning, so I grabbed a heavy cardigan and shoved my arms into the sleeves as I walked out the door.
Wyatt was leaning against a porch support beam, watching the bird feeder he’d put out for Hank last November. Hank was sitting in his usual chair, his remaining leg propped up on a short stool.
“Your leg bothering you today?” I asked, trying to hide the worry in my voice. Hank hated to be fussed over.
“It’s my arthritic knee,” he said, keeping his gaze on the feeder. “Stop your worrying.”
“I never said I was worried,” I said, trying to sound nonchalant.
He gave me a pointed look, and I smiled. Six months ago, I hadn’t even known this man, but now he was more like a father to me than my own father had ever been.
But Hank didn’t do mushy, so I turned back to the bird feeder. A male and female cardinal stood on the ledge. Hank had taught me more about birds than I’d ever wanted to know, especially after I’d gifted him with two bird guidebooks for Christmas, but I found I enjoyed it too. Hank and I had spent countless mornings on the porch, him watching birds while I read. “Wyatt and I are going to take