“A few?”I raised my brows.“Old age already affecting your memory?”
“I’m thirty,” he stated.“I’m in my prime.And my mind is sharp as a tack.”
“Okay, old man.Whatever you say.”I snorted and opened the carton of eggs.“It’ll be a short week next week and then a long weekend for the holiday.But she should start next Monday.”
“That’s probably a good slow introduction to a new place.Right?”
“Yeah.”
We stood there in the kitchen; two strangers who’d been thrown together because of circumstances beyond our control.
“Well, good night.”
I raised my brows.“It’s eight o’clock.”
“I’ve got some reading to do,” he said.“Nancy gave me a folder with everything I’m supposed to know about Lenni.Medical papers.Things like that.I want to go through it.”
“Oh.”
“I’ll leave it out for you before I go to work tomorrow morning.”
“But tomorrow’s Saturday,” I said in confusion.
“Horses don’t have day of the week underwear.They don’t know it’s Saturday.”
“Why are you working tomorrow?”I asked.
“To pay for things like paint and bedspreads ...and a nanny ...”
“Lenni just got here.Can’t you take the day off and spend it with her?”
“I have to shoe a new colt in the morning and take care of some other things,” he said.“I’ll be done by noon.That okay?”
“Noon is good.”I nodded.“It’ll give me and Lenni time to scope out the pinhead of a town.”
“Good.Meet me at the Ridge around noonish, then we’ll go shopping for the paint and bedspread, yeah?”
“Sure thing.”
He let out a breath of relief.“Thanks, Wyn.”
“You don’t have to keep thanking me.I’m glad to help.Really.”
He turned to head down the hallway to his bedroom, but at the last moment, he looked back.“What’s Wyn short for?”
“Winner, winner, chicken dinner.”
“Not gonna tell me, huh?”
“You haven’t earned the truth yet,” I stated.
“Good night ...Wynelope.”
“Good night, Archie.”
He shook his head, amusement stamped across his full lips.
I enjoyed the view of him as he sauntered away.
