Post by Lovely on Oct 28, 2010 21:44:25 GMT -5
May 4, Year 2
Whenever Jack was in the stable, Bertie paid attention.
She giggled at some private thought as shined the saddle. She was still fairly new in town and didn't know too many people as her father had made enemies of several already.
Bertie put the pitchfork down and sidled up beside her. "While you're polishing there, miss.." *ahem* He nodded to the empty stall and no one else around.
"Something else need polishing?" She asked innocently.
The younger LeCroix appeared from nowhere it seemed, hearing her query and seeing that his brother's gear was going ignored by the stablehand. "Just what he was supposed to be doin' 's all, miss. Sorry if he bothered you any." Jeremie scowled at the Palmer boy. He was paying good money for boarding their team and here the boy was flirtin' during work hours.
She lifted her head with a bright, sweet smile, giving the man a nod and tapping Bertie on the arm. "Mmm there you go.. getting us in trouble.." She teased him and moved back to oiling her own gear. "He wasn't bothering me none.. not much does..but thank you." She spoke softly, glancing between both men with a blush and trying hard not to notice how handsome they both were.
"Mister LeCroix," Bertie nodded, brushing off the slight. He was too proud to take insult from anyone most days. His own smile glistened as he started whistling a light tune. "Gonna need some repair done here, just so you know. That strap's not gonna hold you through the summer, maybe not even through the month if you boys run her hard."
Jeremie heard him and scowled more. The boy wanted more money, likely, and he was distracting him from a better chore of winning the attention of the filly oiling her saddle in the next stall. "Yeah, I bet it won't," he murmured, watching the girl as he spoke.
Her hands worked the cloth and the oil with smooth circles, until she dropped the cloth, leaning over to get it she gave either man, if they chose to look, a nice view. She glanced over to Bertie than back to the trapper and offered another soft smile as she brushed a wisp of golden hair from her face.
Whenever Jack was in the stable, Bertie paid attention.
She giggled at some private thought as shined the saddle. She was still fairly new in town and didn't know too many people as her father had made enemies of several already.
Bertie put the pitchfork down and sidled up beside her. "While you're polishing there, miss.." *ahem* He nodded to the empty stall and no one else around.
"Something else need polishing?" She asked innocently.
The younger LeCroix appeared from nowhere it seemed, hearing her query and seeing that his brother's gear was going ignored by the stablehand. "Just what he was supposed to be doin' 's all, miss. Sorry if he bothered you any." Jeremie scowled at the Palmer boy. He was paying good money for boarding their team and here the boy was flirtin' during work hours.
She lifted her head with a bright, sweet smile, giving the man a nod and tapping Bertie on the arm. "Mmm there you go.. getting us in trouble.." She teased him and moved back to oiling her own gear. "He wasn't bothering me none.. not much does..but thank you." She spoke softly, glancing between both men with a blush and trying hard not to notice how handsome they both were.
"Mister LeCroix," Bertie nodded, brushing off the slight. He was too proud to take insult from anyone most days. His own smile glistened as he started whistling a light tune. "Gonna need some repair done here, just so you know. That strap's not gonna hold you through the summer, maybe not even through the month if you boys run her hard."
Jeremie heard him and scowled more. The boy wanted more money, likely, and he was distracting him from a better chore of winning the attention of the filly oiling her saddle in the next stall. "Yeah, I bet it won't," he murmured, watching the girl as he spoke.
Her hands worked the cloth and the oil with smooth circles, until she dropped the cloth, leaning over to get it she gave either man, if they chose to look, a nice view. She glanced over to Bertie than back to the trapper and offered another soft smile as she brushed a wisp of golden hair from her face.