Ever Faithful. Carolyne Aarsen

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      “I’m sure a girl who learned how to double clutch in a one-ton beater before she had her learner’s permit wouldn’t be afraid to drive my little car,” Paul insisted.

      “That thing is worth more than our cows,” spluttered Amy.

      Paul could tell she was starting to give in and pressed his advantage. “I’m going to sell it anyhow. If you total it, I won’t have to go through the trouble,” he continued, grinning down at Amy.

      “I don’t drive that badly,” she protested.

      “So you are going to drive it.”

      She glanced up at him, a wry expression on her face. “I suppose…”

      “I can take Shannon,” Rick put in, his expression hopeful.

      “No. You’ve got to check the cows. The last thing Paul needs is a heavy-footed guy like you driving his car.” Amy ignored Rick’s sputtering and looked back at Paul sighing in resignation. “I guess I’m going.”

      “Good.” He took the phone from her before she changed her mind. “What’s Shannon’s number. I’ll call her myself.”

      Amy gave it to him, and as he dialed, he kept his eye on her. Her face had more color than a few moments before, and she looked a little less tense. He hoped it was because of his offer.

      Shannon picked up the phone with a terse “Hello.”

      “Hi, Shannon, it’s Paul.”

      “Oh, you. The guy that sets all the Cariboo hearts aflutter.”

      “Not really,” he said with a frown.

      “Paul,” her tone was disappointed. “Is that the best you can come up with? ‘Not really.’ Or are you afraid I might nag you into taking me out again?”

      “No,” Paul laughed, comforted by her breezy tone. “You’ve got better taste than that.”

      “Actually I do. I’m in love with a far more interesting guy than a mere businessman.”

      Paul grinned, leaning back against the table. He’d always liked Shannon. She was fun and straightforward. “So you think businessmen are boring?”

      “No comment.” Shannon laughed. “You didn’t phone to listen to me pester you.”

      Paul grinned then decided it was time to get back to business. “Amy will pick you up about eleven o’clock. Does that work for you?”

      “Anytime would be great. Thanks….”

      “Take care,” he said, hanging up the phone and turning to Amy who was still frowning.

      “I wish you hadn’t done that,” Amy reprimanded him. “Rick will be gone, and you won’t be able to get back home. Unless you walk.”

      “Well, I don’t have a whole lot to do today, I can hang around here until Rick or you come back.”

      “In case anyone’s noticed, I’m not gone yet,” Rick put in, glowering at both of them.

      “Then maybe you should get gone,” Amy replied. “When you check the cows, keep an eye on the calves of 25B and 68C. They were looking a little peaked last time I checked them. You might want to take some Liquamycin and scour boluses along, just in case.”

      Rick nodded, watching Paul with narrowed eyes. He slapped his gloves against his legs once, turned and left.

      Amy turned to Paul with an apologetic look. “Sorry about that. Rick’s just being Rick.”

      Paul said nothing, aware that the statement didn’t require an answer.

      “I can’t ask you to do all this,” she said, trying once more.

      “Amy, you’re not asking me to do anything.” He stifled his impatience with her insistence. “I’m offering and this is your cue to give in and say ‘Thanks Paul. Why don’t you go and get the car and I’ll be ready when you come.’ Please stop making a big deal of this.”

      “Okay, but if I hit something…”

      “I checked the policy before I left Vancouver. I’m fully insured against wild horses, cows, pigs, chickens—the whole farmyard and a few others besides.” He grinned at her and pushed himself away from the table. “So I’ll just put on my boots, and then I’m history.”

      He gave in to an impulse and ran the back of his fingers over her cheek. “See you later.” He turned and left, whistling, feeling more cheerful than he had since he’d come here.

      Chapter Five

      “I’m glad Paul sweet-talked you into using his car,” Shannon remarked as she slid into the sleek sports car, closed the door almost reverently and sniffed. “He never had a vehicle this nice when he lived here before.” She looked over at Amy and grinned. “Too bad the man didn’t come, too.”

      “He’s taking care of my dad while I’m gone.”

      “Your dad’s fine,” snorted Shannon. “He doesn’t need to be baby-sat.” Shannon frowned. “Or would that be old-man-sat? I don’t know.”

      Amy shook her head at her friend’s bluntness as she carefully pulled into traffic. “Dad hasn’t been too well lately. I’m glad Paul’s staying.”

      “Me, too. It gives me a chance to drive in style instead of the Greyhound.” Shannon stroked the leather of the seat, almost caressed the dashboard. “Very nice, indeed.” She turned to Amy. “I was sorry I missed the man at your engagement party. He’s been gone so long I’ve forgotten what he looked like.”

      “Like he stepped off the cover of GQ.”

      “Oh. Just like Tim.”

      “Tim doesn’t dress anything like that,” Amy protested.

      “C’mon, Amy. I’m sure the man doesn’t even own a pair of blue jeans.”

      Amy frowned. “Of course he does. When we went riding a few weeks back…”

      “He wore chinos.” Shannon patted her on the shoulder. “That’s okay. It’s about time someone elevated the dress code around here.”

      Amy shot her friend an exasperated glance. “I wish you wouldn’t talk about Tim like you merely tolerate him. I know you like him.”

      “Tim’s a wonderful guy. There’s no doubt about that. I’m still having a hard time adjusting to the change in you.”

      “We’ve been going out for almost sixteen months.”

      “It doesn’t seem that long. And now you’re engaged.” Shannon sighed wrinkling her nose at her friend. “Remember how we used to steal Paul’s school pictures from Tyrell’s room?”

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