Chapter 9 #2
“Maybe.” She nodded and they turned their three fastest horses out into the pasture, and went back to the office. She kept looking at him from beneath her lashes, and thought she saw a tinge of sadness lurking there, but didn’t comment on it.
“Hey, Kid,” Pedro said quietly and looked at her.
“What?” She rolled her eyes at his nickname for her.
“Do you know if anyone has anymore golf carts?”
“Why?”
“I’m going to be working a lot on the horses, and I won’t always be available to bring Myrna back and forth. I figured that we’re so far away from the main road, and they’d have to go through a couple of SEALs to get to her, that driving her own golf cart to work won’t put her in any danger.”
“Does she know you’re asking about this?”
“Not yet, she was sleeping when I left the house.”
“Ah,” she said, and frowned, but kept her concerns to herself. She pulled her phone and looked at it with a nod as she dialed Cole’s number and made the request. After she hung up, she turned to Pedro. “Cole said he’ll look into it.”
“Thanks,” he said as he gathered his papers on the nine slower horses and made his way out to the track. He paused when he saw a man there, and frowned. “Do I know you?”
“Scott Gould, I came to muck out the stalls, but I see they’re already done. Are you racing anyone today?”
“Yes, the ones not in the pastures. The nine slower ones. Not that I want to label them like that.”
“I understand. Is Myrna here today?”
“No, she’s safe back at the bunktel. It’s her day off.”
“Got it. I’ll start saddling up the first two horses and bringing them to you.”
“Thanks, Scott,” Pedro gave him a manly punch on the arm and turned to leave to head out to the track.
Myrna was sitting at the kitchen table enjoying a cup of coffee feeling relaxed and content after the night she’d spent with Pedro.
She had been so disappointed when she’d woken and found the note he had left that he was over at the barn.
She had thought they both had the day off, but she must have been wrong.
With the unexpected alone time, she went back into her room, took a leisurely shower, and gathered her dirty clothes.
She decided to do her laundry, clean the entire bunktel, and figure out something for dinner.
When she opened the washer, she was surprised to see items already inside, and transported them to the dryer.
As she did, she realized they were the sheets from his bed, and she had flashbacks of the excellent night she had rolled in them with Pedro the night before.
She gave herself a mental slap, and turned the dryer on, then added her clothes to the washer, and started that.
With both machines going, she gathered cleaning supplies and cleaned the common areas, her section, and the only thing she did in Pedro’s area was vacuum, dust, and put the clean, dry sheets back on his bed.
Because it felt right, she gathered his dirty clothes from the hamper, his towels from the bathroom, and ran them through the washer.
In the kitchen, she poured herself another cup of coffee, drew in a deep breath, and liked how clean the house smelt.
She stood at the island, closed her eyes and thought for several minutes.
With a clear objective in her mind, she started pulling ingredients from the cupboards and refrigerator.
The first thing she did was make something to put in the oven for dinner.
She was in the middle of making the pan of lasagna when someone knocked loudly on the door.
She jerked, and headed forward, then paused and looked around wildly. When the doorknob rattled she froze, then she heard a distinctive voice.
“Myrna! It’s Shay! It’s safe!”
She hurried forward, and called through the door. “Who is your girlfriend?”
“Faith.”
She opened the door slowly, and saw Shay standing there.
“Great way to verify who is at the door. If it had been any of the Godwin’s, they wouldn’t have known.”
“You should have a peephole installed in the door.”
“Yeah, we should.” He nodded.
“Why are you here?”
“Cole told me to go over to Erin’s Way and pick up a few golf carts. This is a he said, she said situation, but Pedro said something about working long hours and not able to bring you back and forth all the time.”
“I understand,” she said calmly, but inside she was freaking out. “Can you show me what you have?”
Shay grinned as they stepped out into the late morning sunshine.
He led her over to a golf cart, and she saw that it only had a front seat, a windshield, and a roof.
Where a back seat should have been was what she referred to as a bed, like a bed of a pickup, but small enough for the golf cart.
Myrna walked around it and nodded as she did.
“Are there keys?”
“In the ignition. Have you ever driven one before?”
“No.”
“It’s easy, the key is just to get power to it.
Once you use the gas, it goes, but it stops the second you take your foot off.
There is no brake. Oh, and you’ll have to plug it in every night.
” He showed her the plug, and demonstrated.
He had realized because of Ducky’s golf cart, when the new cabins and bunktels had been built, there were outside plugs.
Shay stayed for another fifteen minutes, and when he left, Myrna went back inside, finished the laundry, the meal, and acted like she was in a funk the rest of the day.
She kept busy cooking and baking to try to get rid of the feeling that she had done something wrong, but for the life of her, she had no clue why Pedro was pushing her away.
At nine that night, Myrna locked up, cleaned up from her solo meal, and left a note for Pedro propped up by the coffee machine.
She went to bed, sad that she didn’t talk to him, but resigned.
She put away her clean clothes, got ready for bed, and instead of reading, she snuggled down and lay there while silent tears rolled down her face.
She didn’t bother to wipe them away. She fell asleep with them still leaking from the corner of her eyes.