Rosalyn grins a little, following Chad's gaze over the little pond in the park. "I know how to swim, and I read about plenty of fish in school, but that's where my knowledge ends. Your work does sound fun though. I can tell you love it." She shrugs. "Me... I just cook and clean. Not interested in being a counselor, don't want to be a vet, the men handle most of the horse training, and anything in town is too far away to drive back and forth."
She rolls her eyes. "Not much glamor in my end of the world, but it earns my keep I guess."
Jared nods slowly, his eyes still revealing the wheels turning in his mind. Though his hand remains with Grace's, he is silent for several strangely quiet moments until he finally responds. "We're so different." His voice is soft. "I never met a woman who I ever deemed was out of my league. But you..."
His eyes drift over to hers. "You're a whole different story. And I'm not sure I want to mar your record by letting you any closer to me."
"Maybe I do add to the music," Kip admits. "But I don't think I'm doing them any good anymore."
Straightening up, he leans back in the chair, as he locks his fingers with Karla's. His eyes remain towards the stage as his ears listen to the band. "I'm holding them back and I know it. I may be a fair musician, but they need more than that... and I'm not so sure anymore that I should even be here with them."
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