Apparently he wasn’t the only one who had noticed. His cousin Toben was already making plans to show the temp a good time with a cowboy. He glanced at Miss Caraway...Eden, hoping she wasn’t interested in having a good time with his cousin—or any man, for that matter. He needed her undivided attention and time.
“Is that Fester?” Eden asked, pointing.
Sure enough, Fester was at the fence, head up, ears pricked forward, nickering sweetly—at Eden. He glanced at the woman, then the horse. “He’s talking to you.”
She looked at him. “How do you know?”
“Animals communicate just as clearly as people,” he said. “More so. There’s not as much room for misinterpretation. A horse nickers, he’s saying ‘Come talk to me.’ He snorts or blows, he’s excited—”
“What if he...if he sort of...” She glanced at him. “Hugged me?”
Archer looked at her. “What do you mean?”
“I...I caught my shoe between a couple of rocks so I stopped to free it... He stepped close so his chin was on the back of my shoulder and leaned his head against mine.” She used her hand and arm to clarify as she was talking.
“He did?” Archer sighed, pleased and frustrated at the same time.
She nodded.
“And he followed you back? Behind you?” he asked.
She nodded again. “It might sound strange, but I think he was watching over me.”
“Not strange,” Archer argued. “Intuitive. He was watching over you.”
Fester kept up the nickering, tossing his head a little.
“May I?” she asked.
Archer nodded, walking down the fence line to turn on a few lights. He hung back, curious to see the exchange between Fester and the only human the horse had acknowledged favorably.
“Should I do anything?” She glanced back at him, hesitating.
“No,” Archer said. “There’s a fence between you. He just wants you close.”
“Do you?” she asked Fester, her voice soft and calm—not high-pitched or affected but inviting and warm.
Fester stretched his head out, and Eden stepped closer.
Archer was in shock. Not only did Fester clearly adore the woman, Eden seemed to understand exactly what Fester needed. She didn’t reach for him, she simply stood and let the horse nicker and blow against her chest and neck. She didn’t try to touch his nose or rub the horse’s face. She might not realize that was significant, but he did. A person didn’t like a stranger touching their face. Neither did most horses. Somehow, Eden Caraway understood that.
“Hi,” she said softly. “Thank you for walking me here.”
Archer draped his arm on the top rail of the wooden fence, resting his chin. What the hell? Maybe Renata was right? Maybe Fester recognized something in Eden that brought him pleasure. Whatever it was, it made him happy to see Fester so content. This was what he wanted for all the horses that came through the refuge. A sense of comfort and belonging.
The shrill chirp of a cell phone split the night. Fester jerked his head back, his chin clipping the side of Eden’s head as the horse startled.
“Are you okay?” Archer asked, instantly at her side.
“I’m fine.” She was rubbing her head. “It’s not his fault.” She pressed her hand to her forehead. “It spooked me, too.”
He liked the way she defended Fester. “We should probably get you some ice. Just in case.”
“I’m fine,” she argued, waving him away before she pulled her cell phone from her pocket. “Yes?” she answered.
Archer stared at her. She’d dismissed him.
“When did this happen?” There was no sign of the calm and controlled Eden Caraway now. “He just left?” Her tone was razor-edged as she stalked the length of the fence. “I can’t... Oh, Clara.”