Bride in Training

This time she searched his face with an intense look as if wanting to continue, but the tightness of her lips warned him not to pursue it further.

She eyed her watch, turning a little as if she didn’t want him to know what time it was. When she turned back, she knelt down and petted Nessie. “You have the idea, right?” She edged her gaze upward.

He sensed she’d become antsy. “Let me try again. This time walking with her. That’s when I have most of my problems.”

“I noticed.”

The lilt of her voice had a playful ring, a total change from moments earlier. A drop of rain hit his cheek, and Martin glanced up, spotting a dark cloud overhead. Emily hadn’t seemed to notice, and he didn’t mention the rain. He strode away, holding the leash shorter and tighter, saying “good girl” with a click as Nessie stayed close. He sensed he was pressing his luck when she spotted a bird and tugged at the leash. He drew her back, and when she pattered beside him, he clicked again and reached down to pet her. Her tail whipped like a flag in the wind.

A raindrop hit his hand as another struck his nose. He turned back, maneuvering Nessie toward Emily. Before he took a step, the sky opened, and rain poured. He bent down and scooped Nessie into his arms, hightailing toward the street while Emily waved him forward as she slipped into her car.

He opened the passenger door and jumped inside, putting Nessie on his lap. “That came on fast.” His shirt stuck to his back and Nessie’s fur dripped rain onto his lap. When he focused on Emily, her hair lay plastered against her cheeks, making her look even more guileless and sweet than he could remember. “Thanks.”

“You’re soaked.” She covered her grin with her fingertips.

“So are you.” He grinned back.

She turned the key in the ignition, switched on the wipers, and pulled away. He tried to make small talk, but she seemed distracted. He suspected she didn’t like to drive in a rainstorm. A zap of lightning split the sky followed by a distant roll of thunder that sounded above the slap of the windshield wipers.

Emily rolled into the driveway, and he eyed the water dripping from her hair. “You should come in for a minute and dry off.”

“I’ll be home shortly, but thanks.”

Her playful tone had vanished again, and he decided not to push it. “When will we get together again?”

A frown shot to her face as she turned toward him.

“I mean for some more help with Nessie, and I’d still like you to walk—”

“I’m not the one to do this.” She blinked at him, her frown deepening. “You should call Molly about the lessons. She has the experience. And Nessie’s doing fine.”

But I’m not. The words longed to be spoken, but they held too much meaning to him. “I thought—”

“Really, you have the idea. You’re doing fine.”

Her anxious look prodded him to nestle the dog in his arms and push open the door. “Thanks for the ride.” He shook his head, his eyes searching hers. “I’m sorry if—”