Page 15 of Scrape the Barrel
That got my attention. “Why?”
He shrugged. “I’ve known Sage for quite some time now, given she’s usually at the cafe in the mornings, and typically, she never seems to let the stress get to her. But lately, she’s seemed a bit…frazzled?”
Frazzled? What the fuck was that supposed to mean?
“Maybe she’s got something going on at home,” I guessed.
Lennon frowned at me. “With Avery? I don’t know about that.”
“Doesn’t she have a husband or something?” I asked, though after our conversation at dinner, I knew it was a foolish thing to ask. Lennon wouldn’t try to set me up with a married woman.
Lennon’s look deepened, his brows pulling lower. “Did you see a damn ring on her finger?”
“No.” And yeah, I’d admit, I looked. Just because I wasn’t really wanting a relationship right now didn’t mean I couldn’t be curious.
He looked back out at the field. “I don’t know the story there.”
“Maybe it’s just the stress of being a single mom, then.” Because I was guessing she didn’t have a boyfriend, either. Though I couldn’t say for sure. Someone as pretty as Sage was bound to have a man in her life.
He shook his head. “She’s had it pretty under control as long as I’ve known her.”
“Every day is different, Len. Especially with a child. If teaching lessons has taught me anything, it’s that kids fluctuate dayto day. They’re growing, physically and mentally, which means they can be moody.”
Len arched a brow, swirling his whiskey in his glass. “Moody, huh? That’s what you got from Avery?”
“No. Moody was the last thing I got from Avery. She was so damn excited, she couldn’t stop talking.” A smile pulled at the corners of my mouth at the memory. That girl was the spitting image of her mother.
“Avery’s a little chatterbox, that’s for sure.”
It was adorable.
I shook the thoughts from my head. They were just clients. Every kid was adorable.
But Avery had that little spark to her, and if I had to guess, it was her mom that kept that spark lit. You didn’t see so much joy in life without being unconditionally loved. I’d seen it on Sage’s face as she watched Avery ride today. She was so happy for her, but through it, worry still shone on her face. I just couldn’t tell if it was worry for Avery on the horse, or something else.
“I offered her more lessons,” I told Len.
He looked shocked as he turned to me again. “For free?”
“Well, I tried. Sage insisted she had to do something in return for them, so I told her to bring pastries for the ranch.”
Lennon’s jaw fell a little. “The whole damn ranch?”
“It was the only agreement she’d take.” And I wouldn’t say no. Not if it meant seeing Avery that happy again. I didn’t know them, but something told me they needed this.
It was also a small excuse to see Sage again, too.
“Cal, you never offer lessons for free,” he stated.
“Your point is?” I knew where he was going with this, and I didn’t want to hear it.
“You like her.”
I scoffed, sitting back in the chair and swigging my beer. “I’ve only met her twice now. I can’t like her.”
“So you did go to the cafe the other day,” he said, putting the pieces together on his own.
“I did.”
