Page 32 of Dating a Cowgirl

He sobered. “No.”

“Yes, you are.” She laughed. “You’re trying to convince me you’re not a good person when you are. It’s not gonna work, you know. Because you’re not a robber. And after you got here, you didn’t leave. You’re still helping your father. And you’re still helping me.”

This time Adam didn’t have anything to say. For whatever reason, she had thrown him off guard.

Faye gave him a smug smile. “See? You can’t argue with that. You had your out, but you came back.”

He was silent long enough that she started to wonder if she’d said something that frustrated him. That would be ridiculous. Didn’t he want to be a good person? Maybe he didn’t. There were a certain number of guys out there who actually liked to be viewed as “bad.”

No, not bad.

Dangerous.

Faye snickered.

Adam stiffened. “What?”

“What?”

“You laughed. What are you laughing at? Do you find my decisions funny?”

“No! I was thinking of something else.”

He frowned.

Faye let out a groan. “You’re not going to make this a big thing, are you? Aren’t you tired of all of these strained conversations?”

“Strained conversations?”

She dragged her hand down her face. It was already getting hot. “How about we get going?”

“Not until you tell me what you were laughing about.”

If she could drop her face on the table and avoid this conversation, she would. “It was just a silly thought.”

A smile stretched across Adam’s face. “Then you can tell me what it was about.”

“It’s really none of your business.” She got up from her place at the table. “And if you don’t want to drive me home because I won’t tell you, then don’t. I’ll just find another way home.”

He stood. “Over my dead body.”

She blinked. That wasn’t the reaction she’d expected from him. “Okay. Then let’s go.” Faye reached for her purse and got to her feet. “I guess I’ll be seeing you on Saturday next week then—at the shop?”

“I’m free tomorrow.” He shrugged on his jacket and strode away without saying another word.

She remained frozen to her spot, her eyes following him. They hadn’t done anything on Sundays before now. It had always been Saturdays. Why was he changing this on her?

Her mouth dropped open and she charged after him, catching up right as they made it outside. The rain had stopped and they were left with the remnants of a hefty storm. All around them on the pavement were puddles that wouldn’t soon evaporate. The buildings dripped with the rain that still clung to the surfaces and humidity hung in the air. Faye hurried toward him and tapped him on the shoulder a little harder than she’d expected, causing him to flinch.

Adam turned around and stared at her. “What was that for?”

“Just because I didn’t want to have a certain conversation with you doesn’t mean you can just boss me around. I get that you want to spend the least amount of time with me that you can, but you don’t have to be so obvious about it.”

“Excuse me?”

“Scheduling our mechanic stuff tomorrow instead of next week as planned. You’re trying to get this done and over with early, aren’t you?” She had her hands on her hips, and at this point, she was probably making a bigger scene than was necessary. A few people had given them strange looks, but she cared more about what he was suggesting with this change of schedule.

If she was honest with herself, she’d probably admit that this had more to do with wanting to spend as much time with him as she could and she was hurt he didn’t feel the same.

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