Not as nice as his laugh, but still nice.
“Hope that coated, fried beef cutlet isn’t sitting in your gut so you don’t have enough energy for me, May,” he said.
“Oh, I’ll keep up with you Hutch Hutchison.”
His lips lifted his mustache in the dashboard light.“Right.”
In the end, I did keep up with him.
Though just barely.
Thursday,we took another break (because, seriously, I loved every minute, but the guy wasbreaking me!).
And Thursday, I learned Mrs.Matthews’s “landscaping team” was her son and two grandsons.
But Thursday night, I sent Hutch a picture of the fire I built (he’d taught me Wednesday night, before we got busy on my couch).
He not only dropped a thumbs up on my picture.
He texted,Nice.
It was.
He was.
This was.
And Abigail’s advice was perfect, because that whole week proved my idea of what Hutch and I should be was perfect.
But of course, for me, that kind of thing never lasted.
EIGHTEEN
President of the Board
Mabel
Friday afternoon, I went into town to check in with Abigail (since we broke the seal on our friend thing, I told her about Hutch and my friends-with-benefits situation, and she appeared to be reconsidering her “go with your intuition” advice, but she’d see that it was working the next day when Hutch gave us our tour).
While in town, I grabbed groceries.
Specifically, food for the dinner I was making the next night for my friends, their kids (also my friends, just the kid variety)…and Hutch.
Now I was on trip two of lugging them into the cabin as my phone rang.
Tonks was howling her hello.
Moxie had jumped up on the counter to inspect the grocery totes by stuffing her face into each one, as I’d noticed was her self-appointed role, one she took seriously.
I pulled out my phone and saw it was a call from Mona.
As proud millennials, we rarely called unless we made a phone date.
Not to mention, there was a time difference, but it was not that wide.
She should still be at work.
So this worried me.
