doctors, I feel fine. Iâm ready to go home.â He looked past her to Connor, who stood by the door, hands clasped behind his back, military straight. âYou keepinâ an eye on my girl?â
Connor gave a single nod. âYes, sir.â
Nita didnât correct her father by telling him Connor was there to watch the farm, not her. Sheâd let him believe that if it eased his mind.
âDaddy, Connor would like to ask you a couple of questions.â She motioned for Connor to join her at his bedside. âHeâs trying to find out who did this.â
âI know exactly whoâs responsible,â Will said bitterly. âIt was the Devlins.â
âThe truth is, thereâs just no evidence pointing to the Devlins and theyâve firmly denied any involvement,âConnor told him. âIs there anyone else you could think of that has a grudge against you?â
He shook his head. âNo one. Itâs the Devlins all right.â
Connor could see where Nita got her stubborn streak. They looked alike, too. Same dark hair, same high cheekbones and proud chin.
âYou just worry about getting better,â Nita said, patting his hand. âIâll handle things.â
Will smiled up at his daughter, pride shinning in his eyes. It amazed Connor how easy it was for some men to show the emotion. Heâd strived for years to see that look in his own fatherâs eyes. And despite all heâd done to please James Thorne, Connor still didnât feel he measured up. He probably never would.
âI want you to hire extra help,â Nitaâs father told her. âTemporarily, until Iâm back on my feet.â
That chin of hers rose. âI can handle things just fine.â
Connor had a feeling her resistance had little to do with her own abilities and everything to do with their financial situation. He suspected things were worse than sheâd let on earlier that morning. And she probably didnât want to worry her father.
âDonât worry about things on the farm, Mr. Windcroft,â Connor said. âIâll be helping Nita while Iâm there.â
He didnât know much about horse farms, but this gave him a good excuse to be close to Nita so he could keep an eye on her.
Nita flashed him an uneasy look, then turned to her father and smiled. âSee, Daddy, Iâve got all the help I need. You just concentrate on healing.â
Nita, Jane and her father chatted for a few more minutes, then Nita kissed him goodbye and she and Connor headed out to the parking lot. Theyâd barely cleared the door when Nita turned to him and said, âI didnât want to say anything in front of my daddy, but hereâs the thing. I really appreciate your offer to help out, but I canât afford pay you.â
âI never asked you to.â
Nita matched his long stride. âThatâs not the point. It wouldnât be fair for you to work for free.â
âIf Iâm going to be there anyway, I may as well make myself useful.â Connor pulled his keys from his pocket and as they neared the car, he unlocked the doors. âBesides, you are paying me. Room and board.â
âWhat do you know about working a horse farm?â she asked.
âNot much.â He opened her door for her, and though she hesitated and looked at him a little funny, she got in. He walked around and climbed behind the wheel, wincing as his backside hit the leather seat. Hell on earth, that smarted. How could a couple hours on a horse do so much damage?
âDo you know anything about horse training or breeding?â she asked.
He started the engine. âNope, but Iâm a fast learner.â
âI donât know,â she said, looking wary. âIt just doesnât seem right.â
âNita, Iâm not hurting for money, if thatâs what youâre worried about. Iâm set for life. Working for you isnât going to