I grabbed a couple plates and followed her, limping the whole way, too afraid to put all my weight on my foot again. “The taxis are full? What do you mean, full?”
“They only have a couple cars and they’re on call for all kinds of things. I think tonight there’s a dance at the high school, so they’ll be busy all night shuttling kids around.”
“Wow,” I said. What are the chances that the one time I’d need a taxi in Baker City there’d be a prom going on?
“That’s small-town life for ya,” she said. She didn’t sound upset about it. “You take the good with the bad.”
“Well, aside from that amazing dinner and dessert, I haven’t seen any of the good.” I regretted the words as soon as they were out of my mouth. I blamed Mack for getting me all messed up in the head and causing me to forget my manners. Him and Ian both, two butthead peas in a pod.
“Oh, it’s not all that bad.” There was a smile in her voice.
I breathed a sigh of relief that she hadn’t taken offense to my careless words.
“You’ve only seen the hotel and the road out here, and believe me, that’s no way to judge our little town. You stay the night tonight, and tomorrow I’ll pack you and Mack a nice lunch. He can take you out for a ride and show you a little bit of the hills and some of the other nicer areas. That way when you go back home you can have a nice well-rounded picture of the Baker City MacKenzies for your research.”
“A ride? As in on a horse?”
“Unless you prefer a four-wheeler.” She piled up dishes next to the sink.
“I don’t even know what that is, but wheels sound better than horse legs to me.”
“We prefer the horses, actually. They don’t cost any gas money so they’re better for the wallet and the environment. And they can go just about anywhere. Some of the places I’m sure Mack would want to show you are impossible to get to any way other than on horseback.” She looked at me and winked. “You’ll miss half the fun not being on a horse.”
“I’d probably get killed if I tried to ride a horse.” The idea was both thrilling and terrifying at the same time. I’d always been fascinated by the beasts but never considered they’d be a part of my life. As far as I was concerned, horses were for movies and weird rodeo channels on TV.
“You’ve never ridden before?” she asked, sounding like she wouldn’t believe me if I said yes.
“I was close enough to touch one once.”
“I’m sensing a story here. What happened?”
I ran my finger along the edge of the counter and got lost in the memory of being in a barn at a summer camp when I was ten. “I remember thinking how beautiful he was. Huge. Proud or something. The person I was with told me to pet him on the nose. When I finally worked up the nerve to do it and reached my hand out, he lifted his head up in one big jerk and whinnied so loud I peed my pants.”
Maeve burst out in musical laughter. “Oh, Andie, that’s priceless. How old were you?”
“Nine or ten. Old enough to remember with distinct clarity the humiliation of having peed my pants at an age where a girl isn’t supposed to do that anymore.” I pulled my hand off the counter and put it behind me awkwardly. I felt like the girl with wet pants all over again.
She patted my arm with a soapy hand. “Not to worry. Mack would never let a mean old horse cause you to lose your water. You’ll be as safe as a bug in a rug with him there.” She handed me a wet dish. “Would you mind drying this off for me?” She gestured with her chin to a towel on the nearby counter.
I took the plate from her, frowning at it. “Don’t you have dishwashers in Oregon?”
“Sure, they have them all over, but we’re simple folk out here. I don’t mind doing things by hand. I find it relaxing.”
I rubbed the towel on the plate until it squeaked. Noticing my reflection in the white surface, I smiled. There was something to be said about doing a routine, basic task in the company of someone you enjoyed talking to. It was almost relaxing or meditative. Maeve had an easy way about her that made me feel like I could just be myself standing next to her here in this kitchen. Glancing at her profile, I wondered if she would totally hate me if I told her what Mack and I had done in Las Vegas. It made me sad to think that she might, which was silly because I’d be gone in just a day or two and then I’d never see her or Angus again. Or Mack.
My stomach clenched uncomfortably. Why did the thought of never seeing him again bring actual, physical pain? I should have been breathing a sigh of relief over it. No way would Bradley be okay with me being here, let alone spending time with a guy like Mack. My fiancé wasn’t stupid. He’d sense something was up right away. It was all part of his killer instinct … he could smell underlying emotion in others like a shark could smell a drop of blood in the water. It’s what made him such a successful lawyer; he always got to the bottom of things, even when the people he was up against did everything they could to keep them secret.