Waiting Out the Storm. Ruth Herne Logan

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      “It’s almost our turn.”

      Chagrined, Craig dropped his gaze. “Kyle, you’re being rude.”

      The boy’s face crumpled, but Craig refused to cave. No time like the present to offer a show of good manners. He turned back toward Sarah. “Are you presenting today?”

      “Yes.”

      “About?”

      “Farming.”

      Duh.

      She offered no help in the conversational court, but he deserved that. And more, no doubt. “Bring any sheep?” He swept the room a searching glance.

      A ghost of a smile softened seal-brown eyes, the irises dusk-tinged. No hints of ivory or gold softened the deep tone, but the hinted smile brightened the depths from within.

      Tiny laugh lines crinkled, then smoothed as she regained control. “I did.”

      Craig let his arched brow note their absence, then he bent low, catching Aleta’s eye. “Do you see any sheep?”

      A tiny grin eased the earlier discomfort. “No.”

      Craig slanted his gaze up to Sarah. “I think Bo Peep here has got herself a little bitty problem.”

      Aleta giggled. The laugh offered a glimpse of the pretty little girl hidden beneath a rumpled surface.

      Sarah’s expression softened, noting the girl’s more relaxed countenance, but when she turned his way, her look flattened. “Live exhibits are penned out back.”

      “Ah.”

      The teacher’s direction interrupted them and for the better part of an hour, Craig found himself on one side of the tour group while Sarah and her niece were on the other. Intentional on her part?

      Most assuredly. Somehow he knew Sarah could command a situation as needed. Like any good strategist, she flanked the outer edges, skirting the perimeter, maintaining her distance.

      Until lunchtime seating put them side by side.

      Resigned, she stared at the small placard as if willing it to read something besides his name.

      No such luck.

      Craig pulled out her chair for her.

      Her immediate reaction was half dismay, half surprise with a sprinkling of pleasure.

      A very small sprinkling.

      But it was a step in the right direction. After all, this young woman wasn’t responsible for Grams’ current circumstance, despite Sarah’s family ties. And the fact that Tom’s little girl sat alongside them, her innocent face shadowed by affairs beyond her control, piqued Craig’s protective instincts.

      “The wolf will live with the lamb, and a little child will lead them…” Snips of Isaiah’s verse nudged Craig’s conscience. No doubt he’d remember them better if he got to church more regularly, but on-call weekends interfered with all kinds of things, including church attendance. Hadn’t his mother tweaked him about that very thing last week?

      Aleta eyed the box lunch offered as part of the day’s program. An instant frown morphed to a practiced pout. “I don’t like this, Aunt Sarah.”

      “You don’t even know what it is, Skeets,” Sarah replied.

      “I only like peanut butter and jelly and apple pancakes,” Aleta whined.

      “Have you looked in your box?”

      “No.”

      “You might be surprised,” Sarah noted. Opening hers, she pulled out a chicken salad sandwich. The little girl pretended to gag.

      Sarah frowned. “Open your box and see what you have, please.”

      “PBJ” marked the top of Aleta’s box, but Craig appreciated Sarah’s attempt to encourage the child’s independence. Scowling, she lifted the lid and peered inside. “Peanut butter and jelly!”

      “Yes.” Sarah pointed to the box top. “Those initials mean peanut butter and jelly.”

      “Why didn’t you just tell me?” Aleta demanded.

      Zing. Craig’s protective instincts rose, surprising him. Why in the name of all that’s good and holy would he want to protect Sarah from a six-year-old’s onslaught?

      And yet he did.

      Sarah maintained a patient expression and tone. “You need to look beyond your feelings and see the things around you, Skeets. You make too many assumptions. Trying new things is good for you.”

      The kid didn’t look like she bought the theory, but she stopped arguing long enough to eat, a concept Craig understood. Food ranked pretty high on his list of desirables, too.

      Kyle chatted with Braden while they ate, a momentary peace established.

      Craig should have known it was too good to be true.

      Sarah sat alongside Skeeter on the bleachers, watching as various professionals fielded audience questions. People rambled in and out, picking which speakers intrigued them.

      There was no small number of cute, female elementary school teachers in the room when Craig Macklin spoke. Surprise, surprise. They reacted like eighth-grade schoolgirls—exchanged looks, little giggles, smirks of appreciation.

      Please. He was just a guy. A really cute guy, if Sarah was being completely honest with herself. With great hands, a firm jaw and a quick smile.

      But that smile…

      Too practiced, too glib, too smooth. Oh, Sarah was privy to the chick chat regarding Craig Macklin. Not only did the “doctor” title enhance his standing with the feminine contingent, his good looks and quick humor sent ripples of anticipation through a three-county area. But Sarah had been around long enough to recognize Craig’s preferences. Fashion-doll pretty and dressed to kill. Since Sarah was a plain-Jane-in-barn-clothes girl, it mattered little. She’d take her small level of satisfaction in his more pleasant demeanor that morning and call it enough.

      As Craig finished his spiel, Sarah’s sheep were brought forward by two high school helpers. Sarah passed Craig without making eye contact, focusing on the two ewes and three lambs being herded into the circle’s center. With the high school volunteers monitoring the sheep’s antics, Sarah faced the audience.

      “As you probably guessed, I work on a farm.”

      A chorus of “ohs” followed that statement.

      Sarah nodded Craig’s way as he retook his seat next to Kyle. “Because I work with animals all the time, I sometimes use veterinarians like Dr. Macklin to help me. Animals get sick, СКАЧАТЬ