Maybe he wasn't over what she had done to him. But damn, it had been seven years, according to her sister. How long did it take a man to get over a woman? She had never had that kind of relationship with a man, so she wouldn't know.
One thing she did know was she didn't want to hurt Wes or his son. The best thing she could do was try and find a place of her own soon. His adorable son had already charmed her, it wouldn't do to let his dad do the same, since he didn't seem to want a relationship, or even a friendship with her. She wanted to leave with her heart in tact.
Leigh Ann sighed and accidentally sucked in a lungful of smoke, which made her cough violently.
"You okay in there?" Wes yelled from the patio.
"Fine, I'm cleaning up. I made coffee you want some?" She yelled back.
"That would be great," he replied
Leigh Ann walked to the cabinet and pulled down a cup, filling it with the hot liquid from the pot. At least she had managed to make the coffee right, the only success in her attempt to fix breakfast for them.
"Cream and Sugar?" she asked loudly.
"Black," he replied and she took the cup and carefully brought it to him at to the wooden picnic table outside.
She sat the cup down in front of him, then met his hazel eyes. Twisting her hands in front of her, she apologized again, "I really am sorry, Wes."
The birds chirped, Silas looked up at her expectantly from near Wes's feet, but he didn't respond. Wes sat there for a moment staring at the cup of coffee. After he picked it up, he took a long sip and swallowed, before saying, "Don't worry about it, just be careful next time."
"Why did the pigs go to New York City, Miss Leigh Ann?" Trey interrupted with a gapped-tooth smile.
Roxanne had forewarned her that Trey loved to tell jokes. She had been here a week and he hadn't tried one on her yet, so Leigh was ready for him. With every day that passed, she wondered why he hadn't tried one on her, but finally guessed that he reserved his jokes for people he trusted. To finally be included in that group was a relief for her.
Leigh Ann's eyes swung to him and she grinned back. "I don't know, why did they go to New York City?"
Annie was right, the kid was adorable. He had his daddy's hazel eyes and square jaw, and a toothless smile that stole her heart.
Wes's rare smiles looked a lot like Trey's, just with nice even white teeth. It lit up his whole face and made him look alive. But the man didn't smile much. At least around her. He didn't seem real comfortable when she was around for some reason, definitely not like he felt around her sister. Wes smiled at Roxanne, a lot. And it made her a little jealous.
"To see the Big Apple," Trey replied and his grin got wider, as he followed up with, "How did they get there?"
"I don't know?" she responded with a lifted eyebrow.
"Pigup Trucks," he said proudly.
"Did your daddy teach you that joke, baby boy?" she drawled, and felt the heat of Wes's eyes on her.
"No, ma'am, my grandpa did. He has a lot of jokes."
Leigh Ann had a few of her own. She knew every blonde joke ever written, had heard them all firsthand. "Why do blondes always smile during lightning storms?"
Trey's eyes lit up, as he asked with excitement, "I don't know, why?"
"Because they think they're having their picture taken," she told him with the widest smile she could manage.
Trey shook his head looking confused. "I don't get it."
"He's too young for blonde jokes," Wes grumped with a curl of his lip, before taking another gulp of his coffee and flinching.
Self-disgust shot through her for not realizing that. "Oh, sorry..."
Leigh Ann hadn't been around kids much, so she didn't know what was appropriate and what wasn't. She had just been trying to make a connection with Trey, and had failed miserably.
"He's only ten, and those kind of jokes are over his head," Wes told her.
Evidently connecting with his ten-year-old was over her head,
One thing she did know was she didn't want to hurt Wes or his son. The best thing she could do was try and find a place of her own soon. His adorable son had already charmed her, it wouldn't do to let his dad do the same, since he didn't seem to want a relationship, or even a friendship with her. She wanted to leave with her heart in tact.
Leigh Ann sighed and accidentally sucked in a lungful of smoke, which made her cough violently.
"You okay in there?" Wes yelled from the patio.
"Fine, I'm cleaning up. I made coffee you want some?" She yelled back.
"That would be great," he replied
Leigh Ann walked to the cabinet and pulled down a cup, filling it with the hot liquid from the pot. At least she had managed to make the coffee right, the only success in her attempt to fix breakfast for them.
"Cream and Sugar?" she asked loudly.
"Black," he replied and she took the cup and carefully brought it to him at to the wooden picnic table outside.
She sat the cup down in front of him, then met his hazel eyes. Twisting her hands in front of her, she apologized again, "I really am sorry, Wes."
The birds chirped, Silas looked up at her expectantly from near Wes's feet, but he didn't respond. Wes sat there for a moment staring at the cup of coffee. After he picked it up, he took a long sip and swallowed, before saying, "Don't worry about it, just be careful next time."
"Why did the pigs go to New York City, Miss Leigh Ann?" Trey interrupted with a gapped-tooth smile.
Roxanne had forewarned her that Trey loved to tell jokes. She had been here a week and he hadn't tried one on her yet, so Leigh was ready for him. With every day that passed, she wondered why he hadn't tried one on her, but finally guessed that he reserved his jokes for people he trusted. To finally be included in that group was a relief for her.
Leigh Ann's eyes swung to him and she grinned back. "I don't know, why did they go to New York City?"
Annie was right, the kid was adorable. He had his daddy's hazel eyes and square jaw, and a toothless smile that stole her heart.
Wes's rare smiles looked a lot like Trey's, just with nice even white teeth. It lit up his whole face and made him look alive. But the man didn't smile much. At least around her. He didn't seem real comfortable when she was around for some reason, definitely not like he felt around her sister. Wes smiled at Roxanne, a lot. And it made her a little jealous.
"To see the Big Apple," Trey replied and his grin got wider, as he followed up with, "How did they get there?"
"I don't know?" she responded with a lifted eyebrow.
"Pigup Trucks," he said proudly.
"Did your daddy teach you that joke, baby boy?" she drawled, and felt the heat of Wes's eyes on her.
"No, ma'am, my grandpa did. He has a lot of jokes."
Leigh Ann had a few of her own. She knew every blonde joke ever written, had heard them all firsthand. "Why do blondes always smile during lightning storms?"
Trey's eyes lit up, as he asked with excitement, "I don't know, why?"
"Because they think they're having their picture taken," she told him with the widest smile she could manage.
Trey shook his head looking confused. "I don't get it."
"He's too young for blonde jokes," Wes grumped with a curl of his lip, before taking another gulp of his coffee and flinching.
Self-disgust shot through her for not realizing that. "Oh, sorry..."
Leigh Ann hadn't been around kids much, so she didn't know what was appropriate and what wasn't. She had just been trying to make a connection with Trey, and had failed miserably.
"He's only ten, and those kind of jokes are over his head," Wes told her.
Evidently connecting with his ten-year-old was over her head,
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