He grinned. “So I finally know something youdon’t. I’ll have to write this down so I can remember italways.”
“You haven’t known me long enough for thatstatement to have merit,” Shea told him.
“I feel like I’ve known you forever. I’ve gotthis feeling we’re going to be good friends for a long time tocome,” he told her with a mischievous smile.
“Well, don’t you sound confident.”
“You’ll see,” he told her. “I’m never wrongabout these kinds of things.”
“He’s right,” Eamon said, riding up behindher. “He’s got a knack. Said the same thing to me when he was nobigger than my hip. Haven’t been able to shake him since.”
“Ah.”
Shea didn’t know what to say to that. Givenyesterday’s events, she couldn’t help the awkwardness she felt athis arrival. In the end she said nothing, letting Clark carry theconversation. She pulled slightly up on her horse’s reins intendingto let the two ride ahead of her.
Eamon followed suit letting Clark pass.“We’ll catch up.”
Clark nodded and shot Shea a sympathetic lookbefore touching his horse lightly in the side. It moved a littlefaster, jostling Clark in his seat as he caught up with someone heknew further down the line.
Eamon and Shea rode in silence for a bit. Sheglanced at Eamon from the corner of her eye. He looked relaxed. Notat all like they were at odds.
Maybe in his mind they weren’t. After all,why would a leader care if a subordinate was upset as long as thatsubordinate continued to follow orders?
“Shane, how long are you going to continuelike this?”
Shea looked at him startled. “Continue likewhat?”
“This.” Eamon gestured between the two ofthem.
Shea didn’t know how to answer that. Shethought she was being very civil.
Eamon sighed gustily. “You have to be thequietest Lowlander I’ve ever met. Usually you have to hit themupside the head to get them to shut up. With you, it’s theopposite. I feel like I have to knock you upside the head to getany words from you.”
Shea shot him an expressive look and guidedher horse out of arms reach.
“Speak boy,” Eamon barked. “Quit giving mecrazy eyes and speak your mind.”
“What do you want me to say?”
“Something. Anything. How’m I supposed totrust you if I don’t know what’s going on in that head ofyours?”
There was that word again.
Forestalling her objection, Eamon said, “Anddon’t tell me there’s nothing. You’re too smart for that. And noneof that damn politeness either.”
Argh.
What did he want from her? She just couldn’twin.
“What the hell do you want from me, Eamon?First you yell at me for not following orders and then when I doyou’re on my ass for that too. I can’t win.”
“Finally,” he said. “We’re gettingsomewhere.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You don’t talk to people.”
“I talk. I talk all the time.”
