Page 77 of Keep My Heart
‘Istill call her Mrs. Kanfield,’ Matt says, leaning against a tree as he gulps down his water.
‘We should get back to work,’ I say to Matt, then I look back at Lyndsay. ‘We can eat whenever you guys are ready.’
‘Okay!’ She smiles and goes back up the hill to the house.
My gaze remains on her the entire time. That cute little ass. Those tan, lean legs.
‘You gonna stare at her all day or get back to work?’
‘What?’ I look over at Matt and see him smiling at me.
‘Sheispretty fucking hot,’ he says. ‘She’s even hotter than she was in high school.’
‘Yeah, she is,’ I mutter, picking up the rake.
‘I don’t know how you keep going out with her without something happening.’
Thingsdidhappen, but I’m not going to tell him that.
‘I told you, we’re just friends.’
‘You sure about that? Because the way Lyndsay was looking at you, I’d say she wants you.’
‘She wasn’t looking at me.’ I start raking. ‘You’re just giving me shit.’
‘You didn’t notice?’
‘Notice what?’
He laughs. ‘She couldn’t stop staring at your chest. How the hell did you get like that, anyway? You got a trainer or something?’
‘I did, but now I just work out on my own. I lift to relieve stress.’ I look down at myself, shirtless and covered in sweat and dirt. ‘I look like shit. If she was looking at me, it’s because she thinks I need a shower.’
‘Yeah. With her.’
I laugh. ‘You’re full of shit. Get back to work.’
A half hour later, Lyndsay returns to tell us lunch is ready. This time I notice her looking at me, at my chest and arms, but I’mnot going to read anything into it. She made it clear she only wanted to be friends when we talked last night.
‘This salad is great,’ Matt says to my mom as we’re having lunch. We’re eating outside on one of the picnic tables since Matt and I are too much of a mess to go inside. We’re both sweaty and covered in grass, dirt, and leaves.
‘Lyndsay made it,’ Mom says, smiling at her.
‘One of my yoga students gave me the recipe,’ she says.
‘The steaks are good too,’ Matt says.
‘Mrs. Kanfield made those,’ Lyndsay says. ‘I mean Martha.’
Mom laughs. ‘Old habits die hard. Earlier I called her little Lyndsay, like I used to do when she was younger.’
‘How’s the barn coming?’ I ask. ‘You guys almost done?’
‘We still have to put the tables away,’ Lyndsay says.
‘I can do that. Those tables are heavy.’
‘I don’t mind doing it,’ Lyndsay says. ‘It’s a good workout. And I’m not in a hurry to leave. My mom went to lunch with a friend. If I go home, I’ll just be alone.’
