get a drink at the trough. âI hope youâre right. Those are calf weaners theyâre holding. Calves weaned with this method retain thirty percent more body weight because theyâre not panicked and pacing everywhere.â Wade was staring at her, mouth slightly open, looking stunned. She flushed, realizing sheâd probably stupefied him with her love of data. âIâm sorry. I can go on about this kind of thing for hours.â
To her surprise, he smiled. A first since sheâd seen him again. Dimples cutting into his stubbled cheeks, lines crinkling his dark eyesâit was all as knee weakening as she remembered.
âThatâs exactly why I need your help,â he said.
She studied his eyes, trying to understand his meaning. Bad idea. They were too much for herâall dark and potent like strong coffee. Only they made her a lot more jittery than coffee did. â My help?â
âI know youâve been angry at me. And for good reason. I shouldnât have dug my heels in about the water. And now here I am, asking for...â He paused, turning his hat in his hand. When he spoke again, his voice was quiet, but she could hear the edge in it. âHonestly, Iâm desperate. I need to learn about ranching. When I got my first bunch of heifers a few months ago, I didnât know theyâd need a booster vaccine...â
â...and theyâve got respiratory illness,â she finished for him.
His eyes went wider. âYou know your stuff. But I donât. The vet showed me how to give them shots, but itâs just not going that smoothly. I was hoping youâd consider coming by and giving me a hand.â
He was in trouble if he didnât know how to do such a basic task. But help him? As in, spend time with him? Lori turned to retrieve Dakota, whoâd finished drinking and was starting to wander off, gathering her thoughts as she gathered the horseâs reins. She wanted to be someone who helped her neighbors, but working with Wade wasnât a good idea.
âLook, if you can help me, Iâll give you first pick when we make our irrigation schedule. Iâll hire Bill Cooper, and you can set everything up with him so it suits your needs. But in exchange, Iâm asking for your help. Teach me how to give the shots. How to handle the cattle well. Iâm reading books all the time, but I have so many questions, so many gaps in what I know. I need a mentor, Lori. I need you.â
Damn him, he made begging look nobleâand sexy. And when he added first priority on irrigation to the mix...well, how was she supposed to resist? But mentoring meant a lot more time together. âI donât know, Wade. Iâm happy to help out with the injections, but Iâm new at running my own ranch. I honestly donât have much time. Isnât there someone else you can ask?â
âWhoâs going to want to mentor a Hoffman?â
There was pain and truth behind his words. She looked at him for a long moment. What he was proposing was dangerous. To her heart, to the regrets she tried hard to lock away so they wouldnât overwhelm her. But he was trying to make something of himself. Trying to prove himself. She understood that. She was living that.
âAll right. Weâll try it.â
âThank you,â he breathed, relief written stark across his face. âI promise Iâll take as little of your time as possible.â
He reached over the fence and put a light hand on her shoulder. âIâm truly grateful, Lori.â
He was looking at her like she was his guardian angel. His salvation. And then the reality of this, of them , tensed every muscle. How would he look at her if he knew what sheâd done? With hatred? Disgust? Pity? Certainly not like this. âNo problem,â she muttered through clenched teeth. Ducking out from under his hand, she turned, put her foot into Dakotaâs stirrup and swung onto
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