In this scene,
“A new hat?”
She touched the hat, seemingly guilty for wearing it. “Yes, it is. Alex bought it for me—I mean…he—” She pressed her lips together in displeasure then stated bluntly, “I didn’t ask him to buy it.”
Her familiarity with Alex’s name raised
“I see you have your own gloves.”
She bunched her hands into her skirt and indignant fire flared in her eyes. When she sat up taller with a look of challenge, his gut twisted tighter.
“I cannot lie to you, Father. Alex bought the gloves, too.” She pulled blue material out of her saddlebag. “And the reticule.”
Apparently, guilt rode her to tell the truth.
She swung her leg over the horse’s neck to dismount.
“Apparently you and Alex are on friendly terms now.”
Her sunny smile stole his breath. “Yes, he and I are on friendly terms now.”
A tick worked along
“May I help you unsaddle your horse?”
“Don’t trouble yourself, Father.”
“Believe me, it’s no trouble at all.” He clenched his jaw. Better me than Alex.