avenues of escape. Let her look. Heâd chosen wellâwith Josiah Reed at the far end of the counter, clear at the other end of the mercantile with another customer, Midge couldnât pawn him off on anyone.
At the same time, if she tried to go out the door, the bell would jangle to catch everyoneâs attention. He already blocked the staircase, and good manners dictated she wouldnât abandon Miss Chandler in any event. All he needed was time.
âMiss Chandler?â He pitched his voice to carry up the stairs but not across the store.
âYes, Mr. Geer?â The millerâs would-be-wife peeped over the top of the stairwell. âWill I not be able to find it?â
âIâm sure you will. Itâs to the left.â A smile would reassure herâand concern Midgeâso he flashed one. âMr. Reed might have mentioned a crate of primers up there, if youâd like to look for a moment.â He heard a quick exhalation from the woman at his side, the type of sound that could only be called a huff. His grin grew.
âHe mentioned no such thing,â Midge spoke through gritted teeth. How anyone could call her something so stuffy as Miss Collins escaped Amosâs understanding.
âI said he might have.â
âWe both know better.â
âThen tell me something I donât know.â He really shouldnât be enjoying this so much. âWhat did I do to set up your back?â
âWhat makes you think youâre of any concern to me?â The imperiously raised brow could have fooled someone who hadnât watched her systematic avoidance over the course of weeks.
âSpeak plainly. Are you in a sulk because you think I donât remember you?â He deliberately provoked her, intent to see whether she knew what he meant.
âSulk?â She latched on to the word and ignored the question. âGrown women donât indulge in sulks.â
âA girl I met once didâat Fort Bridger.â Amos saw the flash of recognition in her eyes and felt a surge of satisfaction. She remembers.
âDid she? If I had to make a guess, Iâd say you deserved whatever she threw at you.â Her studied nonchalance missed its mark only because it was a shade too studied. âFor amusementâs sake, why donât you tell me about this so-called sulk.â
She wants to know how much I remember. That boded well. For the first time, he caught a glimpse of the curiosity she kept contained around him. The curiosity that shone from her whenever she spoke with just about any other soul in Buttonwoodâonly to shutter when she glanced his way. Why?
âScrawny gal.â He saw her eyes narrow at that. Good. âThought her to be about eleven when I first caught sight of her poking her pretty little nose where it didnât belong. Not time enough to shout a warning and be sure sheâd hear meâmuch less heed it if she didâI ran up and pulled her away from the door.â
Midge opened her mouth, obviously fixing to interrupt, but he held up a hand to stop her. Sheâd asked him to tell the story, and heâd finish his version before she got her say.
âYou see, my brother Billy almost died in that room just a few days before, and it hadnât been cleaned out. That nosy little girl couldâve died if I hadnât saved her. But did she thank me for my troubles?â Amos shook his head mournfully as Midgeâs glower grew still more fierce.
âNo. Instead, she stomped on my foot, elbowed me in the ribs, and threatened me with a bloody nose. That little girl sure lucked out that I had a soft spot for freckles.â
âYou grabbed me from behind with half the force of a freight train and no word of warning!â she burst out in rebuttal the moment he stopped. âThen had the nerve to tell me it wasnât manhandling. Any male who sneaks up on a woman deserves whatever he getsâincluding
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