Chapter 9
“I’ve screwed up,” sighed Julie.
She stood in the snow, having ditched her wet jeans for fleece pajama pants while Belle bathed, and watched Hector wind his way around the pine tree. The sun sank lower toward the horizon and so did her mood along with it. When they returned to the farm, she should have told Hector to wait, she wanted to see after Belle. After all, they were in the middle of a discussion involving Belle’s misconception about her friendship with Hector. And I opted to stay and help him with the horses instead of making sure she’s okay. Way to go. No wonder she thinks you want Hector.
“You look like you tasted something awful. What’s up?” Hector interrupted her internal self-pity party.
She handed him the remaining length of the light strand. “Belle thinks I wan
