“Oh.” Awareness dawned on him, and his jaw dropped.
“Wesley Matthew Caldwell, please tell me that isn’t true.” The woman to his right narrowed her eyes. “I raised you better than that.”
Paige couldn’t stop her smirk. Apparently, the woman was his mother and had no problem putting him in his place.
He held out a hand in defense. “It’s true, but not how it sounds.”
“Thenhowexactly was it?” She braced a hand to her hip, forgetting momentarily that he was a paying customer.
His mom crossed her arms. “Yes, please enlighten us.”
The little girl, oblivious to the friction between the adults, tapped on the plate. “May I have more please?”
Slammed into proprietor mode by a sweet voice, she forced a smile to the surface and handed the girl another cup of cider. “Yes, you may.”
Wesley arched a brow and looked at the girl when she didn’t respond except to take the cup. “What do you say, little miss?”
“Thank you, ma’am.”
“You’re welcome.” She didn’t have her answer from Wesley, but regardless of the rudeness he’d shown that day, it didn’t give her a right to treat him poorly, especially since he was a guest to the farm. “The hayride will be starting again soon. Enjoy your day.”
“Wait. I didn’t get to explain.” Wesley tried to stop her with a gentle touch to her shoulder.
She slid out from under his touch and rebuffed him with a backward glance. “It’s water under the bridge. I have work to attend to.”
