think it is necessary. I can pick up whatever you need, just write it down.”
“Well—, it’s just that,” Constance said, trying to choose her words wisely, “it’s just that you are a guy, and—well, I’d just rather leave fabric choices up to a woman. I’d go myself but I really need to get some butter churned today, and Miss Russell has never made butter before. It’s not something she should do by herself.”
“Okay, that’s fine then.” Owen said, sticking the list back into his pocket. “I’ll take her to the general store when I get in town, and give her my list too. That way she can have everything ready to go when I am done at the mill.”
“Thanks! I’ll go let her know that you will wait for her!” Constance said as she headed out the door toward the house, at close to a run.
Owen was glad that Constance was sending Grace along. In the week since she had moved into his house, the two had already become good friends and Owen enjoyed her company a lot. Sometimes he felt that he enjoyed it too much, but decided that he could be “just friends” with her, and even find her attractive, and that didn’t take away from his feelings for Nina.
His friendship with Grace did trouble him however. Though he tried hard to keep the thoughts at bay, he had been finding that he had been questioning whether or not his feelings for Nina were based on reality, or on a fantasy as Constance had told him several times in the past. Before Grace had shown up, he had not even entertained the thought that Constance could be right.
As he lead the second horse to the front of the wagon, and began to hitch it up beside the other, Grace emerged from the house. Owen looked up and gave her a quick wave, noticing as he did that Grace had the same heart-warming grin as he had grown accustomed to seeing her with, and had really grown quite fond of. She was wearing a nice red dress with a subtle flower print on it. She wore a dark bonnet that complimented the dress perfectly, and had her hair pulled back into a bun. Owen had not seen her wear the outfit before, and assumed that she wanted to make the best impression while they were in town. She looks so beautiful! He thought, allowing himself to appreciate how attractive she really was.
“Are we about set?” Grace asked as she approached near the wagon. “You haven’t been waiting long, have you?”
“Not at all. I just finished getting the horses hitched up.” Owen answered. “We’ll be ready to go in a minute.”
“Good.” Grace said, and then waited for Owen to come around to help her into her seat, which he was more than eager to do.
A shift in the breeze as he lifted her into the wagon, brought an unfamiliar, but very pleasing, scent of perfume to Owen’s nose, and he couldn’t help but to take a deep breath to savor the fragrance. “I love that scent you are wearing. I don’t think you’ve worn it before.”
Grace laughed. “I usually don’t wear a fragrance to do housework. But I thought it would be nice to smell good today.”
“Well, mission accomplished.” Owen said with a wink in her direction. Turning he saw Constance standing on the porch with a huge grin on her face. I wonder if she is up to something here. He thought to himself. He gave her a wave goodbye, and then got the horses started.
Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out the list that Constance had given him earlier. “Constance said to give you this list. You can get these things together while you are at the general store, then I’ll pick you up after finishing at the mill.”
“That sounds good to me.” Grace said, then added, “I appreciate your taking me with you.”
“Happy to have you along.” Owen said with all sincerity, taking in a couple deep breathes to savor the fragrance that Grace had on, again.
For a distance they drove along with little more said, Grace looking out at the mountains in the distance, and Owen simply enjoying having Grace sitting so
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