Page 85 of Pumpkin Spice Promises
“Yep.” Dad picked up a newspaper from the desk and started reading it. Yesterday’s print. “Told her that.”
“And?”
Dad folded the newspaper back onto the desk. “She said she doesn’t need Carson to agree for us to determine whether two hay wagons are safe.”
“That sounds exactly like something Rosie would say.”
“She also wants the tractor looked at.”
“Of course she does.”
“And the old generator.”
“Anything else?”
“Probably.”
I rubbed a hand over my face. “Why us?”
Dad looked at me like the answer was obvious. “Because we know what we’re looking at.”
“We fix cars.”
“You know engines.”
“That doesn’t make me a tractor mechanic.”
“James taught you enough.”
That stopped me. Dad didn’t know what I’d watched last night. Didn’t know I’d spent hours staring at videos of James standing beside an arena fence yelling for his granddaughter.
He picked up his thermos. “Go out there after the delivery arrives. I’ll handle the shop.”
“You’re retired.”
“So everyone keeps telling me.”
“Jax can go.”
“Jax has the transmission job.”
“So do I.”
“You started it. He can finish.”
I narrowed my eyes. “Did Clover put you up to this?”
“No.”
“Mom?”
“No.”
“Rosie?”
“She asked.”
“That means yes.”
