She flipped the lights on when she said that, turned to look at him and held his stare.
“I don’t know,” he admitted. Which was a hard task there.
“At least you’re honest.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I don’t want you to hurt me either,” she said. “But I’m more afraid that it’s going to be me hurting you.”
Sadly, he felt the same way.
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“Are you nervous?” Meredith asked Clay on Sunday afternoon.
“Hardly.”
They were driving to her parents’ house in Glens Falls.
He was driving. She thought he was joking about her driving ability but learned that wasn’t the case.
“Does anything make you nervous anymore? I’m sure you were in your past in the Navy.”
“I was but learned not to be. Nerves can impede your performance.”
“Something tells me that not much got in your way.”
Just like he was doing a good job of staying out of her way.
She didn’t know what she expected after their first weekend together.
Maybe that he’d talk to her more. Say hi. Call.
They texted a few times at night. It was all about checking in on her safety, not like a boyfriend asking about her day.
She was probably getting ahead of herself thinking that what they had was more than it was.
And it was driving her nuts.
All her thoughts were on Clay when she wasn’t at work.
Every time she went to do something, she’d find she’d already done it, but couldn’t remember actually performing the task.
First it was the dishwasher when she returned from her weekend with Clay.
Earlier this week, when she went to restock her kitchen and bathroom with her paper products like she did every few weeks, it was all full. She scratched her head and laughed. Guess she was walking through life in a daze thinking of the hot guy next to her more than she should be. Her home life was being done on automatic as if driving home from work and not remembering the cars she’d passed, just knowing she had.
She’d bet anything hewasn’tdoing the same.
Which of course was a bummer since it always seemed as if she ended up with guys that didn’t think of her the way she did of them.
The last thing she’d do was admit that to him. It’d just give him another fault to look out for.
“You’re getting in my way,” he said.
She turned to look at him. Was he joking or serious?
