“Are you gonna tell Becky and Frankie about us?” Rick asked Ed as they drove in the truck behind the real estate agent’s Cadillac on their way to see a small farm for sale in the valley.
“You gonna tell Stephen and Carla?” Ed shot back, a little louder and more defensive than Rick expected.
“Well, they kinda already know,” Rick replied quietly. “I mean they know I been takin’ their boy, Ben, up for riding lessons, and I moved ma horse fifty miles away jist ta go trail ridin’ with you. I been staying up there almost every weekend for over a year. Fer God’s sakes. Yeah, they kinda figured it out. Least ways they weren’t surprised when I said we was gonna try and git a place together up in the valley.”
“Do they know ma name?” Ed looked uncomfortable.
“Yes, they know your damn name. Ed, lo
