The one day Mr. Johnson had to be out watering his azaleas. Horse was next to him. She hadn’t wanted to take him for a run when he was still recovering and gaining weight. Horse glanced over at them with a woof.
He glanced down at her. “Have you had your eyes checked lately?”
“What?” she asked.
That seemed a random question.
“Muscular neighbor who will come to your rescue if you need him?” he repeated her words.
“Yes, well, maybe I exaggerated slightly.”
“Maybe?” he repeated. “Maybe you lied.”
“That’s rude,” she grumbled. “I don’t lie.”
“Every second sentence out of your mouth seems to be a lie.”
She gasped. Wow. Rude. What was she doing talking to this man?
“Excuse me, I need to go and get ready for the day,” she huffed.
“Arabella,” he said sternly.
“Bye!”
“Stop,” he commanded as she walked away.
Her feet froze.
“Traitors,” she whispered to them. It was bad enough that they tripped up over air, but they kept listening tohim!
“Who are you talking to?” he asked as he grew closer.
“No one. Myself.”
He stepped in front of her, not touching her but she swore she could feel the heat of his body.
“Look at me.”
She had to hold back a groan of frustration as she gazed up at him.
“Do not go running alone again. If you want to run, call me.”
Was he kidding her?
But he didn’t smile or say that he was joking. Did he really expect her to call every time she wanted to go for a run?
That was nuts.
“You may go now.”
“You can’t tell me when to go. Or when to run.”
“If you don’t listen to me, I’ll have to speak to Jake about your reckless behavior. It is not acceptable to put yourself in danger. Behave.”
And then he was gone.
Freaking Superman.
