Neil shoved the pitchfork into the manure and shavings in the corner of the stall, dumping it into the wheelbarrow behind him. He swept the rest into the corner and scooped up more until the wheelbarrow was heaped. When he set the rake against the wall and hefted the wheelbarrow to steer it out of the stall, he caught Andy leaning against the door, watching him.
“Something on your mind, Andy?” he snapped. “Maybe you want to finish where Emily left off? I’m sure there’s a piece of my hide still intact enough for you to have a go at it.” He was being a first-class prick and he knew it, but it was the only way he could be right now. He wanted space, and it was pissing him off that no one would give him the room he needed to figure things out.
Andy didn’t move, but he did hold out a beer. “J
