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“No, it’s not.”
“You didn’t even know what I was going to say.”
Faye scooted back, rolling her eyes. “Really? You were going to say this is your truck. But the way I see it, it’s gonna be mine until I find someone who is willing to buy it.”
There it was. The look of resignation. Man, her sister didn’t have the fight in her that she used to. That worked out better for Faye than it did for anyone else.
2
Adam
Apair of dirty sneakers entered Adam’s vision from where he was beneath a car that had been brought in right after the Callahans left. He turned his head then got back to work on the oil change. “You all done with Keagan’s truck?”
Bridget huffed. Her feet shifted before her tilted face appeared. “That piece of junk? I did what I could, but I’m not a miracle worker. Why do all the cowboys around here have problems with their cars?”
His lips quirked into a smile. “Because everyone who lives in Copper Creek is pretty much a cowboy.”
“You know what I mean.” She settled onto the concrete, crossing her legs. “What did the Callahans want this time? Are they finally willing to accept that their truck is on its last leg?”
A grunt escaped his lips as he worked his magic. “I told them the same thing you’ve been telling them. It needs a complete overhaul if they want to keep it running.”
“That doesn’t answer my question.”
He glanced at her. “Grace seems ready to let go of the truck, but not her sister.”
“Faye?” Bridget let out a chuckle. “Of course not. That girl will never get rid of that truck.”
Adam edged out from under the car and pulled himself into a seated position. He pulled a dirty rag from his pocket and wiped his hands on it. “Why is that?”
“Because that truck belonged to her mother.”
Shoving the rag back into his pocket, Adam got to his feet. “I’m sure if Faye’s mother was willing to part with it, Faye can do the same. It’s not worth much as it is.” He brushed past Bridget, who had stood up with him, and he headed for the office so he could print up the invoice.
Soft, padded footsteps followed him. Bridget was usually really good about getting right to work when she came into the shop. It wasn’t a surprise his father had hired her on the spot. But she could be a little chatty.
He placed his hand on the computer mouse and moved it around until the screen brightened. Bridget leaned her back against the counter, her arms folded and her gaze on him.
All it took was one glance in her direction for her to continue the conversation they had apparently not completed. “I thought you said you grew up here.”
“Yeah. So?”
Her brows creased. “How can you be so obtuse?”
Adam’s hand stilled. “What are you talking about?”
“Their mother died when they were young, remember?”
His heart sank. Bridget was right. How could he have forgotten something so important? Granted, the girls never really left the ranch. They didn’t talk about their mother, and the people in town never really brought it up that he could recall. But now that Bridget had mentioned it, he didn’t have any problems remembering.
“I would bet you anything that Faye is broken up about this whole thing.”
“Yeah,” he murmured.
“Did she say anything?”
He peeked at Bridget for a moment. “She said that Riley would pay for the parts.”
Bridget’s brows lifted. “Man, that guy has a heart of gold.”
