As I pulled up to the little white farmhouse, I noticed Reagan sitting on the porch.Her eyes swung over to my truck and a frown settled between her eyebrows.
Damn woman.
Plastering a smile on my face, I climbed out of the truck, then walked around to the passenger side and grabbed the cooler, letting Copenhagen out in the process.
The dog trotted directly over to Reagan, who proceeded to pet him.I couldn’t help but be slightly jealous of my own damn dog.
“Hey,” I greeted, lifting the cooler for her to see.“Brought dinner.”
A strange look appeared on her face, but she didn’t say anything.
“Have you eaten?”I asked, stopping directly in front of her.
Reagan shook her head.
“Good.Then I came just in time.”
Taking a seat on the top step beside her, I set the cooler between us, then lifted the lid.
“Nothin’ fancy,” I told her.“However, it’s good, if that’s any consolation.”
“You’re a pain in the ass, you know that?”she said, a teasing smirk on her face.
“That’s my goal in life,” I admitted.“Glad to know I’m livin’ my dream.”
Reagan chuckled as I passed her a beer.
“So, how’re things?We missed you at the barbecue today.”
“No you didn’t,” she quipped.“You probably didn’t even notice that I wasn’t there.”
Oh, I'd noticed.Every few minutes, in fact.But I decided not to tell her that, figuring the fastest way to get booted off the porch would be by turning on the charm.
“People asked about you,” I said.And that was the truth.
“Did they now?”
“Yep.”I passed her one of the brisket sandwiches wrapped in foil.
“They did, actually.”
“Like who?”
“Amy, for one.”
Reagan frowned, then turned her attention to the food in her hand.“How’s she doin’?”
“She was smilin’.Does that count?”
“I can’t imagine what she’s goin’ through,” Reagan said softly, taking the bag of chips I handed her.
I moved the cooler out of the way.
“I think she’s doin’ better now.”And I really did think that.After hearing her story, after wanting to strangle the asshole who treated her the way that he had, I had managed to suppress the violent rage.I still didn’t understand how a man could hurt a woman like that.And to find out from Travis that Amy wasn’t his first victim… I hated even thinking about it.
“She’s happy with my brother and Wolfe,” Reagan said thoughtfully.
“That she is.”
