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only reminded him of his injuries, it had probably dented his ego to fall in front of her. Silly, but she knew men were like that sometimes.
âI guess I stepped in it,â she said to Buttercup, petting the mareâs sleek coat. The horses looked at her with calm patience, and Beau snorted again.
Abby smirked at him. âOh, sure, take his side,â she said affectionately to the animal, locking the barn and making her way back to the house, as well.
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T HE FOLLOWING AFTERNOON , A BBY had done little more than run back and forth to Ithaca and Syracuse, dealing with insurance issues and setting up contractors. Today, sheâd caught up on more personal needs, purchasing a stash of clothing to replace some basics that were ruined in the fire, taking what she could salvage to the cleaners and loading up some food for Reeceâs kitchen.
He hadnât really stocked the kitchen, probably because he didnât think heâd be there long, and he would probably eat out, she figured. But Abby liked to cook and she liked to eat, so food was a necessity. She also needed supplies for tastingsâcrackers, chocolates and cheeses. She wanted to make up for her snafu the evening before, when Reece fell. She couldnât blame him for being embarrassed, and she had been too nosy.
She planned to make him a nice dinnerâit was the least she could do, given his generosity. Visiting markets in the city to find the ingredients she needed had been the first fun sheâd had in days.
Sheâd also taken time to walk around a bit, enjoying the atmosphere and having a moment to herself. Ithaca was such a lovely little city, a neat combination of funky college town with an active arts community and working-class neighborhoods.
Set at the southern edge of Cayuga Lake, Ithaca hosted two colleges, including the famous Cornell University, her alma mater. The city also had more eateries per capita than New York City. It was surrounded by beautiful hillsides, vineyards, gorges and waterfalls, and the town had a wonderful underground mall by the Commons, the famous Moosewood restaurant and the farmerâs market, where she shopped every week. Sheloved what every season had to offer, and the place was as woven into who she was as much as anything else in her life.
How could Reece have wanted to leave so badly? She had everything she needed here, and though everyone enjoyed a vacation away, Abby always liked coming home.
Her worries about staying at his home had been groundlessâsheâd been gone so much, usually working, and apparently he was busy doing things, too, so theyâd barely seen each other long enough to say good morning since the horse-riding incident.
She had to walk past his room, trying not to notice the light on under the door, and continue down the hall to a large guest bedroom that looked out over the lake. The guest room was twice the size of her own bedroom in her house, and she loved the view of the lake, facing the opposite direction of her burnt buildings. She appreciated Reece being so thoughtful as to spare her the reminder.
Still, even with the beautiful view and the big bed, she hadnât slept great since the fire. It was hard to not think about everything looming over her, and she hadnât been able to contact her parents yet, which was weighing on her. Then there was the itching desire for Reece, the need to touch him, to be close to him, that she couldnât quite stop fantasizing about.
She finally finished putting everything away and left out only what she needed for dinnerâa lovely pork roast, vegetables and potatoes, the perfect comfort meal for a winter evening.
She planned to make some appetizers as well, and of course, open some wine.
She paused as she started the roastâwould Reece take this the wrong way? She merely wanted to do her part, to thank him for his help and to feel at home as much as she could. As much as she was tempted to give in
âI guess I stepped in it,â she said to Buttercup, petting the mareâs sleek coat. The horses looked at her with calm patience, and Beau snorted again.
Abby smirked at him. âOh, sure, take his side,â she said affectionately to the animal, locking the barn and making her way back to the house, as well.
Â
T HE FOLLOWING AFTERNOON , A BBY had done little more than run back and forth to Ithaca and Syracuse, dealing with insurance issues and setting up contractors. Today, sheâd caught up on more personal needs, purchasing a stash of clothing to replace some basics that were ruined in the fire, taking what she could salvage to the cleaners and loading up some food for Reeceâs kitchen.
He hadnât really stocked the kitchen, probably because he didnât think heâd be there long, and he would probably eat out, she figured. But Abby liked to cook and she liked to eat, so food was a necessity. She also needed supplies for tastingsâcrackers, chocolates and cheeses. She wanted to make up for her snafu the evening before, when Reece fell. She couldnât blame him for being embarrassed, and she had been too nosy.
She planned to make him a nice dinnerâit was the least she could do, given his generosity. Visiting markets in the city to find the ingredients she needed had been the first fun sheâd had in days.
Sheâd also taken time to walk around a bit, enjoying the atmosphere and having a moment to herself. Ithaca was such a lovely little city, a neat combination of funky college town with an active arts community and working-class neighborhoods.
Set at the southern edge of Cayuga Lake, Ithaca hosted two colleges, including the famous Cornell University, her alma mater. The city also had more eateries per capita than New York City. It was surrounded by beautiful hillsides, vineyards, gorges and waterfalls, and the town had a wonderful underground mall by the Commons, the famous Moosewood restaurant and the farmerâs market, where she shopped every week. Sheloved what every season had to offer, and the place was as woven into who she was as much as anything else in her life.
How could Reece have wanted to leave so badly? She had everything she needed here, and though everyone enjoyed a vacation away, Abby always liked coming home.
Her worries about staying at his home had been groundlessâsheâd been gone so much, usually working, and apparently he was busy doing things, too, so theyâd barely seen each other long enough to say good morning since the horse-riding incident.
She had to walk past his room, trying not to notice the light on under the door, and continue down the hall to a large guest bedroom that looked out over the lake. The guest room was twice the size of her own bedroom in her house, and she loved the view of the lake, facing the opposite direction of her burnt buildings. She appreciated Reece being so thoughtful as to spare her the reminder.
Still, even with the beautiful view and the big bed, she hadnât slept great since the fire. It was hard to not think about everything looming over her, and she hadnât been able to contact her parents yet, which was weighing on her. Then there was the itching desire for Reece, the need to touch him, to be close to him, that she couldnât quite stop fantasizing about.
She finally finished putting everything away and left out only what she needed for dinnerâa lovely pork roast, vegetables and potatoes, the perfect comfort meal for a winter evening.
She planned to make some appetizers as well, and of course, open some wine.
She paused as she started the roastâwould Reece take this the wrong way? She merely wanted to do her part, to thank him for his help and to feel at home as much as she could. As much as she was tempted to give in
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