She didn’t reply. Instead, she retrieved two forks and set them beside the bowls. He filled both bowls with the steaming mixture of vegetables and beef. Seeing that he was struggling to keep his weight off his injured leg, she picked up both bowls and carried them the short distance to her small dining table. Limping, he joined her and eased himself into one of the chairs.
To show him she did have manners, she said, “Thanks for heating up the stew.”
“You’re welcome.”
For a few moments they ate in silence until he said, “This is very good.”
“My sister-in-law, Regan, makes it for me.”
“It’s spicier than I’m accustomed to.”
“She’s from Arizona Territory. Her cooking is mostly Spanish. She uses peppers and chilis.”
He nodded his understanding. “How long have she and your brother been married?”
Spring debated answering. He was a stranger after all but reminded herself Colt would undoubtedly expect her to be nice. “A bit over a year.”
“Children?”
“Two.”
“And you?”
She met his eyes. “Me, what?”
“Do you have a husband?”
She shook her head.
“An intended?”
“Are you always this nosy?”
He chuckled softly. “Asking questions is part of the job.”
“No husband, and I don’t intend to have one.”
“Why not?”
“Why should I? I have land and horses. I’m content.”
He eyed her as if he had more questions, but he kept them to himself. “I see.”
She asked, “Are you married?”
He shook his head. “No.”
“An intended?”
“My father says yes. I say no.”
It was her turn to chuckle.
“What?”
“That was quite the answer.”
“Meaning?”