Bret looked at her levelly, with none of his usual cheer or warmth. For a moment, Kit didn’t know what to say. His stern expression made her uncomfortable.
“I-I thought you’d want to leave soon, so I came to check.”
“Yeah,” he said. “Just a minute. Have you got your stuff together?”
“There’s just my hat and jacket.”
He nodded curtly. “All right. Go on and get in the truck. I’ll be there in a minute.”
Was he trying to act like the Apache seemed to do, being short and bossy with their womenfolk in public? Kit blinked back sudden tears. His attitude hurt more than she wanted to admit. He’d been so tender and attentive yesterday, last night, this morning. What could be wrong now?
She opened the door and pulled herself up into the cab. The truck was hot from sitting all day in the sun. Sh
