His eyes said it was a joke. His firm lips said he was serious.
He was so hard to read.
“Why do you do that to me?”
“Do what?”
“Keep me guessing what might be on your mind.”
“I’m guessing all the time what is on your mind,” he said.
“All you have to do is ask me.”
“I could say the same.”
“Then ask,” he said.
“Maybe I don’t want to know the answer.”
“And you sayI’mthe confusing one.”
“I know. I’m nervous about today.”
“That is what I thought. Why? It’syourparents.”
“Because I don’t know what they will say and I don’t want what we’ve got to slow down,” she said.
Her mother was liable to bring up the shit with Fredrick. Which would just remind Clay what an idiot she’d been to stay with the guy, then to be petty and do what she had in her tiny form of revenge.
“It won’t slow down,” he said. “Unless you want it to.”
“I don’t. I’m worried you will.”
“I’m fine,” he said.
But she didn’t always believe it.
He rarely talked much. Though he had been more.
She’d spent Friday and Saturday night with him. Friday was wonderful. Well, the sex was always fabulous.
After she’d cooked dinner for him, they talked some about the event he had in the barn yesterday. It wasn’t anything she was part of, but she offered to help.
He hemmed a bit and she decided to not get in the way and went back home to do a few things and run errands. He came later, they had dinner together, and went to bed.
Today they were having an early lunch with her parents.
“Do you think I’m rushing us?”
“No.”
He was back to the one-word answers. “Where is your mind at with us? You told me I could ask. Or am I being a pain doing that even though you gave me permission?”
“Not a pain. We are taking it as it comes. Do you need more than the weekends with me?”
She wondered if he was worried that she was so high maintenance that she did.
She’d like it, but wouldn’t put that on his shoulders.
