“Actually, I’m not for everyone and I’m okay with it.”
The familiar rumble of my truck had me popping out of my seat to take a look if Justin was already back. Sure enough, he had all of Amber’s purchases tucked in the bed of my truck. He backed it up to the side door.
I finished off my cider and dumped the bottle in the recycler. “He’s back.”
She rose and met me at the barn door, finishing off her own bottle as Justin hopped out of my truck.
“Sweet ride, man.”
“Thanks. I went a little crazy with the customizations. Pretty sure the dealership was ready to marry me by the time I signed the contract.”
Justin grinned. “Wait ’til you see mine. It’ll be hauling cider out your way in a few weeks. Speaking of, I put a case of Winter Wonderland in your backseat. Let us know how you like it.”
“Saved us a trip.”
Amber came up beside me. “We’re fans already. Harvest Moon was amazing.”
“Glad to hear it. Have a safe drive back. Laverne said she added some wrapping paper to your bags on the house.”
“She didn’t have to do that.”
“Aunt Laverne doesn’thaveto do anything. She’s a force.”
“I believe it.” She smiled at him and touched his arm. “I’ll let you guys talk business.” She slipped outside and headed for my truck.
Justin followed her with his eyes. The look on his face was one that I recognized all too well.
I was pretty sure I had been wearing it for the last few days.
When he looked back at me, he cleared his throat. “Sorry about that. You two are...”
“Figuring it out.”
He slapped my arm. “If you have to figure it out, you’re already in trouble.”
“Oh, that’s a fact.”
Justin snickered. “Thanks for stopping in to see us. I’ll see you in December.”
“We had a good time until the stampede. Thanks for the assist.”
“Anytime.”
I waved, then climbed into the cab of my truck. Amber had her phone out and her brow was furrowed.
“Everything okay?”
“Depends on your version of okay.”
“Your parents okay?”
“Oh, they’re fine. The video from this afternoon was only one of a dozen that went viral today. Someone caught me at the gift shop too. I can usually feel when someone is taking a video of me. I’m definitely off my game.”
Unsure what to say, we were quiet on the way home.
She was on her phone most of the time. Sometimes furiously typing, then scrolling. Tension filled the truck as she nibbled on her thumb.
When we were a few miles from our houses, I finally caved. “What’s going on?”
