The frustration is rolling off him in waves.
But mine is too. I don’t want him pressuring me into something I’m not ready for.
“I’m a big girl, Sawyer. I could have called the tow company just as easily to come and give me a jump. Maybe I will next time.” I pull my door shut between us and crank up the heater.
Seeing him getting agitated makes a strange division in me.
Part of me likes that he wants to protect me.
But I’m also terrified that it means he’s getting too attached.
I thought I loved Chris once, too. I trusted him.
And he betrayed it in the most brutal way possible.
“Please don’t leave mad.” Sawyer exhales his own misty cloud. “I don’t want to make you feel like…I dunno.” His thick jacket rises and falls with his shoulders.
When he turns, those blue eyes are laced with pain. “I’m sorry.”
That lower lip pokes out, a neon sign of his own self doubts.
“Thank you for coming to my rescue.” I struggle to keep my tone level. “I’ll see you on Friday.”
With a nod, he steps aside so I can pull out.
Watching him in the rearview mirror hurts.
Am I fighting myself?
Could I just give in and see what happens?
Or maybe I should just end our little game and tell him to walk away?
They both make me feel sick to my stomach.
Chapter 27
Sawyer
She won’t even answermy stupid text checking to see if she made it home safely.
What the hell is this?
How can she be so fucking tender, touching me…caressing me…
But she acts like I don’t exist for the rest of the week?
Am I back in high school?
Maybe I need to ask the only person I really know will be honest with me?
I manage to catch him in the barn, saddling his horse. “Hey, Ford? Got a minute?”
He pauses, turning his gray eyes on me over his shoulder. “Is it an emergency? I’m on my way to the north pasture for a fence run.”
Is it?
I kick at a clump of hay twine near the corner. “I dunno,” I mumble.
