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Bridwell.”
“I remember you,” Ann pronounced, her face breaking into a wide smile. “You’re courtin’ my granddaughter.”
Sally jerked her gaze to her friend then back again to Jack’s. He saw her confusion and quickly said, “I own the property next door and was checking on—”
“Oh, yes!” Sally exclaimed, “Bethany told me what happened. Nice to meet you.” She eyed him from head to toe and must have liked what she saw because she immediately said, “Bethany was over at the dock, but I think I saw her at the edge of the woods a few minutes ago. I’m taking Ann in for a bite of lunch or I’d show you myself.”
Jack nodded and said, “Thank you, but I’m sure I can find it.”
The two women walked into the lodge, leaving Jack striding determinedly toward the woods near the lake. The sounds of whacking and cursing soon met his ears.
*
Bethany stood next to a large stump where she had placed a smaller piece of wood that she was attempting to split. She had watched her grandfather split wood for years. He would always make her stand back for safety but with one swift slice he would have the pieces ready for her to scramble to gather for the woodpile.
Oh, Gramps. You made this seem so easy. She managed to slam the axe into the bottom stump, completely missing the wood she was trying to hit. Jerking hard to get the axe loose took all of her strength. “Damnit!” she huffed.
Finally dislodging the axe, she stumbled back a few steps. Pushing her hair away from her eyes, she stood in place once more, determined to chop the wood. With another swing, she was able to land the axe in the right place but without enough force to completely split the wood. Pleased that she had managed to improve her aim, she attempted to keep slamming the wood onto the stump to finish the task. Unfortunately, the effort of lifting the entire tool attached to the chunk only resulted in her slinging the axe around wildly.
“Aughhhh!” she screamed as she lifted the handle once more over her head, almost toppling backward in her efforts when suddenly the tool was snatched from her hands. Whirling around, she stared into the face of a large, visibly furious man. Jack?
“What the fuck are you trying to do?” he growled, moving around her while completing the chop with one swift hack. The two pieces of wood fell to the side.
Lifting her gaze to his as he turned back around, she placed her hands on her hips, saying, “Obviously I was chopping wood.”
“Waving a sharp axe around wildly, not able to hit the side of a barn, is hardly chopping wood,” he retorted. “You could’ve hurt yourself.”
“It was heavy!” she shouted.
“All the more reason to not attempt something you can’t handle,” he argued back, taking two steps closer to her, forcing her to lean back to maintain eye contact. “The way you were swinging it around if that block fell off on the descent you could have chopped your leg off!”
“Who says I can’t handle the axe? I was getting it if you hadn’t jumped in to rescue the poor, little woman,” she said sarcastically. Her hair had fallen toward her face again and as she pushed it out of the way, the realization that she was hot, sweaty, dirty, and disheveled once more when in his presence shot through her. She tried to tamp down those feelings but seeing him standing at the edge of the woods, his blue plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled up on his thick forearms and jeans that showed off his massive legs and… Nope, not looking there. She lifted her gaze once more, this time seeing him smile at having caught her ogling.
“Oh, never mind,” she bit out, pulling her long hair back into a messy ponytail. “What are you here for anyway?” she asked as she turned to walk back up the path.
“I wanted to see you again,” he pronounced with candor.
She stopped in her tracks before turning to peer into his face. What she saw was honesty staring back at her. Licking her lips nervously,
“I remember you,” Ann pronounced, her face breaking into a wide smile. “You’re courtin’ my granddaughter.”
Sally jerked her gaze to her friend then back again to Jack’s. He saw her confusion and quickly said, “I own the property next door and was checking on—”
“Oh, yes!” Sally exclaimed, “Bethany told me what happened. Nice to meet you.” She eyed him from head to toe and must have liked what she saw because she immediately said, “Bethany was over at the dock, but I think I saw her at the edge of the woods a few minutes ago. I’m taking Ann in for a bite of lunch or I’d show you myself.”
Jack nodded and said, “Thank you, but I’m sure I can find it.”
The two women walked into the lodge, leaving Jack striding determinedly toward the woods near the lake. The sounds of whacking and cursing soon met his ears.
*
Bethany stood next to a large stump where she had placed a smaller piece of wood that she was attempting to split. She had watched her grandfather split wood for years. He would always make her stand back for safety but with one swift slice he would have the pieces ready for her to scramble to gather for the woodpile.
Oh, Gramps. You made this seem so easy. She managed to slam the axe into the bottom stump, completely missing the wood she was trying to hit. Jerking hard to get the axe loose took all of her strength. “Damnit!” she huffed.
Finally dislodging the axe, she stumbled back a few steps. Pushing her hair away from her eyes, she stood in place once more, determined to chop the wood. With another swing, she was able to land the axe in the right place but without enough force to completely split the wood. Pleased that she had managed to improve her aim, she attempted to keep slamming the wood onto the stump to finish the task. Unfortunately, the effort of lifting the entire tool attached to the chunk only resulted in her slinging the axe around wildly.
“Aughhhh!” she screamed as she lifted the handle once more over her head, almost toppling backward in her efforts when suddenly the tool was snatched from her hands. Whirling around, she stared into the face of a large, visibly furious man. Jack?
“What the fuck are you trying to do?” he growled, moving around her while completing the chop with one swift hack. The two pieces of wood fell to the side.
Lifting her gaze to his as he turned back around, she placed her hands on her hips, saying, “Obviously I was chopping wood.”
“Waving a sharp axe around wildly, not able to hit the side of a barn, is hardly chopping wood,” he retorted. “You could’ve hurt yourself.”
“It was heavy!” she shouted.
“All the more reason to not attempt something you can’t handle,” he argued back, taking two steps closer to her, forcing her to lean back to maintain eye contact. “The way you were swinging it around if that block fell off on the descent you could have chopped your leg off!”
“Who says I can’t handle the axe? I was getting it if you hadn’t jumped in to rescue the poor, little woman,” she said sarcastically. Her hair had fallen toward her face again and as she pushed it out of the way, the realization that she was hot, sweaty, dirty, and disheveled once more when in his presence shot through her. She tried to tamp down those feelings but seeing him standing at the edge of the woods, his blue plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled up on his thick forearms and jeans that showed off his massive legs and… Nope, not looking there. She lifted her gaze once more, this time seeing him smile at having caught her ogling.
“Oh, never mind,” she bit out, pulling her long hair back into a messy ponytail. “What are you here for anyway?” she asked as she turned to walk back up the path.
“I wanted to see you again,” he pronounced with candor.
She stopped in her tracks before turning to peer into his face. What she saw was honesty staring back at her. Licking her lips nervously,
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