The Farm at Willow Run Creek

Part 5

We are just friends.....

Sasha raked her hand across the jars that sat on the shelf at Covington's general store. "Maybe I could help you find something?" A stocky man with a graveled voice asked, "Oh, uh, yes, stewed tomatoes," She smiled. "You must be new to town," He stuck his hand out in a friendly gesture, they shook."Francis Covington, most in the village call me Frank," He smiled, "Sasha Addison,"She replied, "Yes I know," He grinned with a chuckle pulling a jar off of the shelf. He walked her back up to the counter and pointed, "I have a hardware store just on the other side of those doors," He told her, "Thank you, paint, brushes?" She asked keeping their conversation going, "Yes and we deliver if you can't make into town," He chuckled, Sasha eyed him, "Thanks, Frank, it's nice to get out and finally start meeting people," She expressed, "Will this be all?" He picked up the jar, "Yes, today," She paid him leaving.

Frank put the money in the cash register, the bell to the door jingled, he thought as he looked up that Sasha might have forgotten something. "Who was that?" A handsome man with a gleam in his green eyes asked, "Good morning Trask," Frank grunted, "The beautiful woman," He tipped his cowboy hat repeating himself, "A new person in town," Frank clasped the countertop answering with a grimace. "You Barron's are all a like," He shook his head, Trask smiled widely, his handsome face clean shaven his brown hair neatly tucked under his hat, a starched white shirt tooled a well groomed young man. Trask leaned across the counter, "Her name?" He was coy, "I didn't catch it," Frank replied with a wince.

Trask grunted, "Forgot what I came for, if you do happen to remember her name," They were interrupted by Jenna entering the store, "Hello, Frank, Trask," Trask smiled the dimples in his cheeks deep, he nodded, "Dr. Ford, if you'll excuse me," Frank rolled his eyes awaiting the door to close. "What was that about?" Jenna asked turning back towards him, "Our newest neighbor, Sasha Addison," He furrowed his brow, "What about her?" Jenna urged further her heart beating rapidly."He has an interest," Frank remarked, Jenna stared at him, the thought of someone showing her interest, front and center in her mind, "Oh, did they meet?" She felt him out. "No, she was just here and passed him on the way out he asked her name and wanted to know more, I didn't tell him who she was," Jenna swallowed hard not knowing what to say.

"Frank leaned across the counter, "He will find out," Jenna quickly looked away, "Yeah, uh, I just came in for a bottle of wine," She changed the subject. "You and Colin have something special planned?" He inquired, "Not really, he's away on business for a few days and I just want to relax," She spoke lowly, "Hospital keeping you busy, I guess," He surmised, "As always, not much time off," She added, Jenna fetched the wine, Frank bagged it, "That Sasha Addison, didn't she buy the Collins farm?" Jenna grabbed the bagged bottle, "Uh, yes she did," She began to walk out. "Thank you Frank," She quietly closed the door.

Jenna pulled up into the driveway noticing the lights on across the road she bravely walked over knocking on the door, the bottle of wine in her hand. "Are you busy?" She asked the moment Sasha opened the door. "Please, come in," Jenna entered , "I really came by to see how you were, haven't seen you in since you cut your finger," Sasha smiled thinking about the oddness of their last meeting. "Well as you can see, I've managed to work even with this stupid injury," She poured them a glass of wine, they say to the sofa. "I see you've done a lot of painting and hung pictures, they're beautiful," She looked around and complemented. "Thank you, so what really brings you by?" Sasha eyed her. "Colin is out of town for a few days," She felt ashamed of herself telling Sasha.

"Figured you might be working a lot, that's why I haven't seen you," Sasha admitted, "I have been, Dr. Gaines is back from vacation and I needed some time off," She took a swig of wine. "What about your husband, you could go and meet him," Jenna didn't let the words spoken about her husband defray her from an evening of getting to know Sasha. "Business, there wouldn't be much for me to do, I still have things to do around the farm," Sasha smiled understanding. Jenna leaned against the couch drawing her knees up in a comfortable position, her fist rested against her temple. "Tell me about yourself," She became forward.