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you that.”
    “Would
it bother you?” Wade asked quickly.
    Their
eyes met and held and April caught her breath. What could she possibly say to
that?
    Then
Wade’s gaze shifted to the door and back to her. April turned to see Scott
coming toward them, Emily in tow. His mouth was set in a grim line.
    “The
Adams twins started a frosting fight,” Emily explained breathlessly. “We had to
get out of there.” She held out a paper plate of decorated cookies for April’s
inspection, oblivious to the sudden tension among the three adults.
    “You
must be the fiancé,” Wade spoke first. He was several inches taller than Scott and
he was working it.
    “And
you must be the ex -boyfriend,” Scott said in an equally chilly tone.
    They
reminded April of two roosters squaring off in the chicken coop. “Um … yeah. Sorry,
I forgot to introduce you.” As if introducing these two should have been among her
top priorities.
    “ My
future wife has been telling me a lot about you,” Scott said, with a
ridiculously heavy emphasis on the words.
    “Really?”
Wade raised an eyebrow. “She hasn’t told me anything about you.”
    Oh
… he did not just say that.
    April
felt Scott’s simmering anger and she threw Wade a dirty look. The corner of his
mouth twitched and she knew he was trying not to smile.
    “We
should probably get Ben home,” she said in a clipped voice. “Em, are you
ready?”
    “Yep,”
Emily said with her mouth full of cookies.
    “Let’s
get out of here.” April leaned into the wheelchair to get it moving and stomped
toward the door.
     
    “Well, that was a cozy scene,” Scott snapped as soon as they were in the van.
He slammed the door and threw the engine into drive.
    “He
was simply saying hello,” April replied wearily.
    “Somehow
I doubt that.”
    “It’s
a community event; I’ve been away from home. Of course, people will want to say
'hi'.”
    “People?
As in plural? I didn’t see anyone else there with you.”
    “I’m
so tired of having this hanging between us,” April burst out. “I don’t know
what else I have to do to convince you I’m over it.”
    Scott
brought his palm down on the steering wheel with a crack. “How about you don’t
run around with him? Shall we start there?”
    Silently,
April prayed Emily would stay quiet about Big C’s. She would tell Scott eventually,
but now was definitely not the time.
    “We
weren’t running around ,” she said finally, her eyes on the road.
    “You
know what I mean.”
    “Why
are you so threatened?”
    “I’m
not threatened,” he said. “But I don’t think it’s unreasonable to ask you to
stay away from him.”
    “Okay,
I know,” she said. “I’m sorry.”
     
    Later
as she straightened the house, April took a stack of mail to the desk in the corner
where her mother had left a list of important numbers tacked to the bulletin
board. She ran her finger over the numbers next to Wade’s name, wishing she had
the courage to tell him to leave her alone and at the same time, wishing she
could ask him to come take her away.

Chapter 8
    April was adding
another scoop of hot chocolate mix to her cup when Trevor burst through the
door the next morning. “One of the goats is sick. She didn’t get inside last
night and she’s really cold.”
    “Didn’t
you make a count before you locked the door?” April asked.
    “I
did; I must have made a mistake.” He looked devastated. “What if she dies?”
    April
pushed her chair back and stood up. “I’ll get Scott and let’s go see her.”
    “Should
I call Wade?” Trevor offered. “He just left a few minutes ago.”
    “No,”
April said quickly. “We can handle it.”
     
    There
must be some obscure rule that all farm trucks have to be completely thrashed , April thought as she
gazed at her dad’s truck. The front bumper was collapsed, the right fender was
dented, the tailgate was held together with bright orange baling twine, and the
whole thing was starting to rust. She felt