She curls her fingers around his, watching his eyes. They always amaze her, the way the irises seem to bloom with color, just like late summer thunderstorms rolling across the horizon.
She watches him in silence for a long time, her heart thudding away in her chest. She didn't lie -- a lot of things did happen. So, she thinks, she should start with something easier to say than what's weighing heaviest on her mind.
"I went home, with Ben."
She sucks on her bottom lip nervously, shaking her head a little.
"I didn't think you were comin' back. I needed someone I could trust, t'give me a hand with things out there."
She's never gone anywhere alone with a man before, except for with Doc. The rules of her society strictly forbid it, in well-to-do circles. It's enough to get folk talking; and Kate knows now how Doc feels about Ben -- or, at least, how he felt at four-and-thirty, fresh back to the bar after a ten year absence.
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She watches him in silence for a long time, her heart thudding away in her chest. She didn't lie -- a lot of things did happen. So, she thinks, she should start with something easier to say than what's weighing heaviest on her mind.
"I went home, with Ben."
She sucks on her bottom lip nervously, shaking her head a little.
"I didn't think you were comin' back. I needed someone I could trust, t'give me a hand with things out there."
She's never gone anywhere alone with a man before, except for with Doc. The rules of her society strictly forbid it, in well-to-do circles. It's enough to get folk talking; and Kate knows now how Doc feels about Ben -- or, at least, how he felt at four-and-thirty, fresh back to the bar after a ten year absence.