“Eli,” Shaw warned.
With a sigh, Eli slid out of the booth and she slid along and stood.
She hesitated.
“Thank you for breakfast.” Sometimes having manners kind of sucked. She rushed out of there, and down the block. It took her half a block to realize that she’d walked past her car.
Idiot.
Her sense of direction was ridiculous. It really was.
Turning, she headed back toward her car.
“Why did you walk straight past your car?” Kellan asked, walking up to her.
She yelped. “Where did you come from?”
“The diner. Same place as you.”
“Yes, but . . . how did you get here so quickly? Were you following me?”
He raised his eyebrows. “Why would I follow you?”
“I don’t know. You seem like a suspicious sort of person.”
Kellan crossed his arms over his chest, leaning in. “And have you done something I should be suspicious about?”
“No! Of course not. I’m leaving. Don’t follow me.”
He sighed, rolling his eyes. “I wasn’t following you. You obviously didn’t realize that you stood there for a good few minutes muttering to yourself. I thought you were lost.”
“How could I be lost?” she countered before rushing off to her car once more.
Unlocking it, she sat and took a few deep breaths. Her phone chimed and she dragged it out, smiling as she saw it was from Pop-Pop.
Pop-Pop:How are things going? Found a nice cowboy to ride yet?
Good Lord.
Only her grandfather would be encouraging her to ‘ride a cowboy.’ She shook her head.
Arabella:No, I haven’t. I’m just about to go get a few bit and pieces to set my new place up.
Pop-Pop:What sort of things? I thought it was fully furnished.
So had she.But it didn’t matter that she had to buy a few bits and pieces.
Arabella:Just stuff to make it feel like home.
Pop-Pop:Has your baking stuff arrived? Is the kitchen good?
Shit.
She’d forgotten about that. The supplies were arriving this afternoon. Pop-Pop knew she wasn’t good at remembering details like that which is probably why he’d asked.
Arabella:I’m all over it. You don’t have to worry about me.
Pop-Pop:I always will. It’s my job.
