Scowling fiercely, he stalked to the horse’s head to grip the leads.“The squire told me I could have the wagon to head over to the Manor this morning.”“That’s where I’m headed. Ain’t got all day. Climb aboard.”“What?”“How many times you actually lift an axe, Deacon? A hammer? Pounded a nail for yourself?” Reeve smirked. “That’s what I thought. Squire asked me to go along to see you didn’t hurt yourself.”“I don’t need you.” Though still calm, Deacon’s voice was edged with an icy sharpness.“Yes, you do,” Reeve drawled out, unconcerned with the other’s objections. “If you want to move your family home anytime soon, you need me. Sooner it gets fixed up, sooner you’re out of here. You’re a smart man, Deke. That should make sense to you.”Deacon’s frown deepened because it did make perfect sense. And better Garrett stay where he could keep an eye on him instead of remaining here where unchaperoned meetings with his sister were more than likely.“Move over,”
