Chapter
16.
Stevie
gathered the supplies to the back of the Ute, letting out a murmur to
the strain it caused as Regan followed her, folding the piece of
paper with a list of supplies. 'Now we've only get to Johnson to
get the cheap grain', she stated. Stevie leaned against the back of
the Ute and sighed, brushing her hand over her forehead. It was warm
for sure.
'You know, at times you do remind me of Jodi. Next time I'll keep that list to myself, ánd you will be carrying those bags of grain', she pointed out, now moving away from the back towards the front of the Ute.
Regan grinned shortly; 'next time we will be having money and we'll just order a truck with grain'.
'Righto, that I dream of every night', Stevie muttered, getting inside the cabin, taking her seat.
Regan followed; 'I thought you were dreaming about something else lately'. Amused she looked at her friend who rolled her eyes.
'Like in your dreams, now get on the road cause we need to be back in time', Stevie told her, holding a soft grin on her lips.
Minutes later they appeared at the market in Fisher, which Johnson's was stationed and Stevie got out of the Ute quickly. She took her big steps to the entrance. 'Are you coming Regan?'
'Stevie watch out', Regan shouted, seeing a call pull his brake hard , just to stop before Stevie had crossed the street. 'Are you okay?', Regan hurried after her while Stevie looked a little bewildered. Quickly she placed her hand on her friend's shoulder, who turned and looked at her a bit awkward.
'I didn't see that one coming', she uttered. Stevie breathed out deeply and her fingers moved quickly to feel the ring on her finger. Regan pushed her gently towards the pavement.
'Everything okay? That was close', she heard a male voice say. 'Hey Stevie …', he added. Stevie turned and looked, frowning deeply now.
'Dan, what are you doing here?'
He had parked his car quickly and had stepped out to quietly walk towards the two women. His left hand in the back pocket of his jeans, wearing a light blue polo shirt. 'Uhm, just being in the neighborhood', he answered a bit unsure, swallowing and letting his eyes fall over the two women. 'What about you? Everything okay at Drovers?'
'Oh we just getting some supplies, really in need for some grain', Stevie smirked, licking her lips amused and twirling a bit on her feet. 'And we are coping, luckily. But a little prayer would never be bad.'
'Right', Dan answered. She noted he looked a bit uncomfortable and suddenly saw him stare at Regan.
'Oh right, you two haven't met right? Regan, Dan … she's a McLeod', Stevie rolled her eyes at him, and he quickly shook Regan's hand.
'Nice to meet you. I … I better get going.' He tossed his hand back towards his car.
'Uhm right', Stevie answered, finding his behavior odd. 'I'll see you around I guess.' He turned away and gave the two his final goodbye before slipping back inside his car. Stevie and Regan waited, seeing him drive off.
'Who is that? And how come you know him and I don't?', Regan breathed out, straightening her shirt and lifting her shoulders shortly. Stevie laughed bemused at her. 'No really, he is really hot.'
Stevie laughed; 'that's cause he fell right out of Heaven. It's Fát-her Dan.' She now pulled Regan along at her arm, whose mouth fell open out of amazement.
'You're kidding? He's into church. That is a cruel thing of God to do, we're missing out', the McLeod muttered. She managed to walk along with Stevie, but still was pretty overwhelmed. 'Geesh …'
'I know', Stevie answered; 'he's cute … but that's with most cute men; or they are gay, or they're into God. He did quite our community though. I thought he moved west'. She shrugged her shoulder, finding it obviously weird.
