She was staring at him with those large brown eyes of hers, and he knew he was standing way too close. He turned her hand over and pressed the money into it, then he folded her fingers over the money. “Save it for Ruby, then.”
He could see the pulse beating at the base of her neck, and he released her hand and dragged his gaze back to her brown eyes.
“Holt,” Macie said, her voice strained. “Your dad’s calling for you.”
He snapped his head toward the barn entrance. Then he heard it.
“We’re about ready for you, Holt,” his dad hollered from somewhere inside the barn. “Where are you?”
Holt stepped back. Breathed. “Coming!”
Then he strode toward the entrance, afraid to look back. Afraid of what he might see reflected in Macie’s eyes. Had she seen through him? Had he given himself away?