|Posted on April 7, 2014 at 2:20 PM|
Maverick squinted his eyes against the glaring sun bouncing off the new snow trying to follow her footsteps. Anora surprised the heck out of him when she ran out the front door and since she already had her shoes on she had a head start. The land was fairly flat but there was no sign of her as he scanned the horizon.
The only place she could be was the barn. He shouldn’t have overplayed his hand and told her he was going to chat with her husband. Belle always said he was stubborn and hardheaded and she was right. He never could let things be and now he had a frightened girl running around in the cold.
He needed a smack to the head. How was he going to convince her to go back into the house with him? Opening the door he nodded to one of his hired hands who gestured where Anora was hiding, then left.
“Look I’m sorry. You’re right it’s not my business and I never meant to make you run from me.” He walked slowly and quietly down the long row of stalls stopping in front of the one painted with a lemon-yellow sun on the door. Belle had caught hell from their father over her it but the old man never had it painted over.
“Anora I promise you’ll be safe with me and I won’t ask you any more questions. It’s cold out here.” He hoped his voice sounded gentle but he wasn’t used to gentle.
“I don’t know what to do.” The distress in her voice tore through him.
Finally he heard the rustling of hay and he saw her head as she walked to the stall door. Hay covered her, stuck in her hair, and he fought the urge to smile. Her blue eyes were wide and her bottom lip looked a bit raw as if she’d been biting it.
Maverick offered his hand and she was just about to take it when they heard a truck door slam. Running back into the stall, Anora hid again.
He was about to try to cajole her out again when the door opened and Andy Garrity stepped inside. Maverick took a step away from the stall and stared Andy down.
“I heard tell me wife is here. I’ve come to take her back home.”
Maverick grinned. “You have balls coming here. Need a horse?”
Andy’s face turned a bright shade of red. “I don’t need any damn horse.”
“Oh really? What about the other night when you tried to steal one of mine?”
“Listen mister you get my wife right now.”
“Or what? Tell you how this is going to play out. You are going to get your sorry ass off my property before I kick some sense into you then call the police.” He enjoyed watching Andy squirm like the worm he was.
“Where is my wife?” He took a menacing step toward Maverick.
“Well, I warned you.” Maverick strode down toward the front of the barn and before he was even half way, Andy turned and ran. The sound of the truck engine gunning as it drove away was satisfying. He was much smaller than he imagined but monsters came in all sizes.
Whether Anora wanted it or not, she wasn’t leaving anytime soon.