Sometimes he catches a flash of blonde hair out of the corner of his eye, but he doesn't let on that he knows she's been peeking in on him. He doesn't mind. But that means she probably heard the string of cuss words by the time he shuts off that last spigot. That water was ice cold.

Grumbling and muttering, his drooping mustache accentuating the annoyed twist of his mouth, he stomps back into the barn. Standing in front of Kate's desk, he tugs off his gloves.

There's a large wet stain on his jeans that makes him look as if he's had a very unfortunate accident.

"Last one was half frozen but it seems to be workin' fine now."