I stood, ready to do what I needed to. “Stay here. I’ll come get you when it’s ready.”
She stood up as well and reached for my hair, running her hands through the length before placing her palm on my cheek. “Thank you,” she said, kissing the crease of my mouth.
The digger was in the carriage house, so I walked there with a heavy heart. I started the machine and drove it down to the dogwood she used to sleep under with Eugie as a little girl. I tried to imagine her as a small girl, as if she could be any smaller, with a puppy-sized Eugie. I pictured her again, older, recently, sitting on the bottom of the stairwell with a book in her hand and Eugie laid about at her feet. That’s how I decided I’d always remember them together, and the thought made me warm through.
I dug a hole wide enough and deep enough to accommodate him and set the remaining dirt beside the grave. When I was done, I jumped from the digger and placed two shovels in the mass before heading back up to the carriage house, hosing off the digger and locking it all up.
The whole process took approximately an hour and in that time, all the hands had arrived, along with Jonah, and Bridge had joined them all at the house. We all walked to the bottom of the property. I carried Eugie with Cricket at my side.
We laid him inside and Jonah and I shoveled in the dirt while Ellie and Cricket held hands.
Afterward, Emmett said a little prayer asking God to give the family peace, and we went home to eat lunch. Everyone told their personal stories about Eugie, some funny, some hilarious, some sad and some silly, but all were heartfelt.
After lunch, Ellie asked where Ethan was. That was my cue to leave Cricket and take a shower back at the trailer. On my way down the lane, I passed an affectionate Jonah and Bridge, which made me simultaneously want to gag and smile. Go figure.
I had a plan, and now that I had an opportunity with Cricket, there was nothing that could stop me.
Chapter Thirty-Two
“Is a Miss Cricket Hunt here?” I playfully asked Ellie at the front door.
I handed her a small bouquet of flowers, which delighted her.
“Where did you get these?” she exclaimed.
“In town. I had to get a few things for our first date, which included flowers for one Miss Ellie Hunt.”
“Charming,” Ellie said, kissing my cheek. “Thank you. They’re lovely.”
I’d called Cricket from Kalispell, surprising her and asking her to dinner.
“Where are you going?” Ellie asked.
“Dinner, then who knows? I’m hoping to keep things casual. I know she’s going through a rough time, and I just want to distract her a little.”
“Thoughtful,” Ellie said, her smile reaching her eyes.
Just then, Cricket descended the staircase, stunning me speechless. Ellie nudged me with her elbow and winked.
“Caroline Hunt is sporting a black lace sheath with boat neck, cap sleeves and scallop-edge hemline,” Ellie teased, her hands gesturing gracefully at Cricket as she descended the staircase. Cricket played the drama well and would stop to pose every few steps. “Notice the ankle-strapped black heels, accented quite nicely with a cluster pearl choker, and to top the ensemble off, a black beaded clutch.
“Caroline has decided to wear her hair down tonight and curled with a swept bang with simple makeup to accent her daring red lipstick,” Ellie finished. She looked at me and winked. “Tell me we country folk can’t clean up real nice,” she added with an exaggerated accent, making me laugh, before kissing Cricket on the cheek. “Have fun. Be a good girl.”
Ellie left the room to us and I found an overwhelming need to call her back. I had no idea what in the world I was going to tell the magnificent creature in front of me. She descended the staircase with ease and approached me with an easy smile, totally unaware of how unbelievably gorgeous she looked. She dazzled me, dazed me, stupefied me.
She had yet to realize she’d struck me mute and nonchalantly handed me her black cashmere long coat. I took it from her, my hands trembling, and she turned. I helped her into it and swept her hair away from the collar.
She turned her head, her back still to me, and whispered, “Thank you.”
My mouth went severely dry when she turned toward me once more, still unaware and began fastening her buttons.
“Where are we going?” she asked, her face shining.
I opened my mouth but the words wouldn’t come. I tried to swallow, but I wasn’t able.
“Are you okay?” she asked. I shook my head like a fool. “Let me get you some water,” she said, looking concerned.
As she began to walk off, I grabbed her hand and drew her to me. I curled both her hands into my chest and as she searched my face, I searched hers. I wrapped my arms around her tiny back and inhaled the scent of her hair, my eyes sliding to the back of my head.