“A guy.”
“Who?”
“He’s nice, you don’t know him.”
“A tourist?”
“Maybe.”
“I want to meet him, and you need to tell me where you’re going.”
Faith’s sigh was loud. “No, I don’t and I won’t.”
“I’m just worried. I mean, he could be an axe murderer and you’d have no idea.”
“Last time, he was a serial arsonist who was going to leave me tied to a chair and burn the house down around me.”
“I’m just being cautious.”
“No, you’re being ridiculous.”
Noah closed his mouth and thought about how he’d find out who Faith had a date with. His friends knew most of what went on in town. He’d ask them if they had met any of the tourists or seen them talking to Faith.
Buster pulled out of his road directly in front of Noah and proceeded to crawl down the road well below the speed limit.
“Pass him.” Faith banged her fist on the dash. “He’s asking for it, Noah.”
“I’m not passing him, because that’s what he wants.”
“I’d pass him.”
“I’ve know that man since first grade, I know how he works. It will annoy him that I’m not passing. Besides, there’s a pregnant woman in that car. No way am I upsetting her.”
After the slowest drive in history with Faith bitching in his ear, they pulled into Jake’s driveway, which was lined with vehicles.
“Help me with this stuff,” Buster called to him after he’d helped his wife out of the car. He then opened the rear door of his brand-new sedan.
“I can’t believe you traded the Jeep in for this.”
“What’s wrong with it? Safe and reliable. I can’t carry my baby around in the Jeep.”
“You carried Willow around in it, and me a time or two.”
“You guys can look after yourself.”
“I’m sorry, Noah, he wouldn’t speed up,” Willow said, giving him a hug. Her large belly made things difficult but they managed it. “Buster said it was a nice day for a drive and no need to be hurrying anywhere.” She looked pretty in a white sundress.
“I know how his pea brain works, sweetheart, don’t worry about it. I hope he’s looking after you well now you’re close.”
“What?” Buster pulled his head back out of the car. “Of course I am! Didn’t I make her chocolate fudge cake at 1:00 a.m. this morning!”
Willow giggled, clearly unrepentant. “It was seriously good though, Buster. Especially with the cream and chocolate sauce.”
He grunted something, then pulled out a container, which he motioned for Noah to carry.
“You iron those?” Noah nodded to Buster’s creased shorts.
“We’re not all like you, bud.”
