“Yeah,” he said, his finger tracing them both. “But they aren’t even. The spacing is off and not straight.”
She wasn’t sure why she hadn’t noticed that before. Or even now.
She was too busy following the movement of his finger.
“I didn’t notice.”
“Who did you piss off with your bubbly personality? Or did you trip into someone and give them a bruise? Maybe screamed too loudly when a fly zipped by your head?”
Her nose twitched. He wasn’t being funny. It was sarcastic.
She wouldn’t bite and play his game though.
“Not everyone is turned off by friendliness. Just you.”
“I’m not turned off,” he said.
“Please,” she said, waving her hand. “Crushing egos with sarcasm is your style.”
He stared her down again. Hard. She squirmed and wasn’t sure if it was because the heat in her body came from fear or arousal.
Maybe a combination of both.
How sad was that?!
“Take me as I am. I’m doing the same to you. You’re reading too much into it.”
“I don’t think I am,” she said, lifting her chin.
“Your car,” he said, pointing to it. “Do you know who did it?”
“I think my ex, but he says no.”
“What’s his name?” he asked.
“Fredrick Monroe. Why?”
He pulled his phone out and was typing into it. She wanted to know what he was doing, but he walked away from her and into the barn.
She ran to keep up with him.
“Don’t trip and fall before people get here,” he said over his shoulder. His phone went back into his pocket. Maybe he was only dealing with a text.
“You just walked away. I didn’t know what was going on.”
“Coming into the building. Don’t you have to show people samples of things or whatnot? Or was that to just bore me?”
“Did you get up on the wrong side of the bed? Or is it the thought of two cheerful people that is setting you off?”
“Wow, you’ve got a spine.”
She put her hands on her hips. “What made you think I didn’t?”
“Because as a kid you always ran from me.”
She smiled. “You remember me now?”
“I wasn’t blocking you from my memory,” he said. “Just that you don’t look the same. You should have told me who you were.”
