Marie Ferrarella – Her Right-Hand Cowboy (страница 9)
Ena looked at him sharply. Was he telling her that he remembered going to school with her? That he’d eavesdropped on her talking to someone? Just how much did he remember? Because she instantly recalled the less-than-flattering memories of all but throwing herself at the mysterious new stud who had walked into her school and her life. She also painfully recollected having him politely ignore each and every one of her passes. If he did remember all those passes that fell by the wayside, then working with him to run the ranch was not an option. She didn’t handle humiliation well and she’d worry that he was laughing at her.
“What do you mean by that?” she asked suspiciously, bracing herself.
“Just what I said,” he answered innocently. “I’ve heard you. You talked to me when you came here this morning.”
“Oh,” she responded, simmering down. “That’s what you meant.”
“Yes. Why?” Mitch asked. “What did you think I meant?”
“Never mind,” Ena told him, waving away the foreman’s question.
Taking the bottle from one of the men she gathered was working with Mitch, she turned her attention to the foal. The wobbly colt all but attacked the bottle, sucking on it as if his very life depended on it.
He was probably right, Ena thought. “What a good boy,” she murmured to the foal, pleased by the success she was having.
Mitch stood off to the side of the stall, observing Ena as she fed the foal.
“See, it’s coming back to you,” Mitch told her. The bottle was empty but the foal was still trying to suck more milk out of it. Drawing closer to Ena and the foal, Mitch took the bottle out of her hand and away from the nursing foal. “You’re a natural.”
Ena shrugged. “It doesn’t take much to hold a bottle. The foal’s doing the work. It’s not like I’m forcing the liquid down his throat.”
Mitch shook his head. He didn’t remember her being like this when they were in school together.
“I would have thought that being away from here would have made you less defensive, not more,” he said. “There’s nothing wrong in accepting a compliment.”
“I don’t need you to tell me what’s right and what’s not right,” she informed him.
Mitch was not about to get embroiled in an argument, not over something so minor.
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